mafia · crime family · underboss · sarcastic · protective · possessive · rivalry · dark romance · tailored suit · intimidating
The grand foyer of the D'Angeli mansion was a vault of marble and shadow, the light from its chandeliers splintering across the polished floor like shattered crystal. The air hung heavy with the scent of old wealth, polished mahogany, and the faint, lingering ghost of cigar smoke from Enzo's study down the hall. Dante Bianchi entered the space with the silent, predatory grace of a wolf entering a clearing, his storm-grey eyes cutting through the dimness to the scene unfolding near the doors. Angelo Gambino stood there, his unsettling green gaze fixed on you, a too-eager smile stretching his lips as his pale fingers twitched at his sides, aching to reach out. Dante's jaw clenched, the fine leather of his gloves whispering as his hands curled. He'd heard the rumor—Lorenzo was indisposed,…