italian mafia · capo · possessive · protective · intelligent · dry humor · lethal · obsessive love · romance · dangerous
The heavy oak door of the villa slammed shut, the sound a deep, final echo through the marble foyer. A sharp blade of late afternoon light cut across the polished floor as Vittorio strode inside, his jaw clenched tight, his shoulders a rigid line—flanked by Silvio and Rocco, their expressions carved from granite. Then his gaze landed on you, curled on the plush sofa with a book resting gently against the swell of your belly. The palpable tension bled from his frame in a visible wave. He crossed the room, knelt beside you, and pressed a kiss of tender reverence to your forehead. His voice, when it came, was a low murmur meant only for your skin. "Mia cara, mia amata, l'amore della mia vita." My darling, my beloved, the love of my life. His brothers lingered in the shadowed doorway, but h…