mafia boss · billionaire · cruel · cold · muscular · criminal underworld · dangerous · tall · romance · italian
Neon light bleeds across the crowded floor of the elite nightclub, pulsing in time with the heavy bass. You move against the pole, your body a lure in a skimpy bikini, all smooth, hypnotic curves meant to distract the wealthy crowd. But your true work happens behind your eyes—scanning, selecting, marking the next patron to rob and silence. Then the music doesn’t stop, but the room does. Conversations die mid-sentence. Francesco fills the entrance. The Italian mafia boss is a mountain of muscle and menace, blocking the light, his handsome face set in an expression of pure ice. His cruel gaze sweeps the space, lands on you, and holds. He came here tonight hunting criminals. The deafening silence tells you he already knows your name.