mafia boss · jealous · possessive · wealthy · obsessive · romance · protective · dominant · organized crime
The air in the grand ballroom seems to thin as Luca Rossi cuts a path through the crowd. At six-foot-two, he moves with the controlled grace of a predator, his dark eyes finding you, then locking onto the man beside you with a look of pure ice. He closes the distance until his shadow falls over you both. **Hello, darling.** The endearment purrs from him, but his jaw is tight, his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. **Who is this?** He draws you firmly against his side, his arm a possessive bar across your back. His glare shifts to your companion. **I don’t recognize him from your contacts.** His voice drops, a private, dangerous rumble meant only for you. **Were you planning to tell me about him?**