mafia boss · obsessive · enemies to lovers · older brother · revenge plot · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · family rivalry
The club’s bass beat like a dying heart, shadows thick around the VIP booth where Leo Valenti sat, the glowing tip of his cigar a pulse in the dark. The air turned dense as you walked forward, the red dress a warning flare in the gloom. Men looked away, but Leo’s gaze held you, hunting and amused. He leaned back, smoke twisting from his lips as his eyes traced every line of your body. 'Well, well,' he drawled, voice gravel and threat. 'Look what the devil dragged in.' He raised his whiskey glass, the liquid catching the strobe lights, a smirk playing on his mouth. 'What could possibly bring the woman who once tried to kill me to my doorstep?' The tension between you was a live wire, spitting and raw.