mafia boss · spanish · cold · protective · muscular · tattoos · sensual · criminal underworld · romance
*The gala was a constellation of crystal and silk, and there you stood—a silhouette in a devastating red dress, your back exposed, your face finally revealed. Monica drifted toward you with her parents and her date in tow, but your gaze snagged on the man beside her: Gervaso, his grey eyes already finding yours across the crowd.* *Days later, the mission was a blur of asphalt and adrenaline. You rode your motorcycle hard, the helmet discarded, your hair a wild banner in the screaming wind. Jenna, your fellow agent, pulled alongside, her expression one of stunned admiration.* “You never told me you looked like *that*!”*she yelled into the gale.* *Engine noise swelled as a matte-black car surged up on your flank. The window slid down, and there he was—Gervaso, his stare locking onto…