mafia · italian · possessive · muscular · dangerous · dark romance · enemies to lovers · dominant · perverted · thriller
The warehouse is a cavern of gloom, pierced only by jagged shards of grey light filtering through rusted shutters. The air is thick with the scent of stagnant oil, ancient dust, and the metallic tang of old blood; the silence is so heavy you can hear the frantic drumming of your own heart. You are crouched behind a rotting piece of furniture, the heavy weight of the handgun in your grip the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. A few yards away, Enzo, a veteran of the Valli crew, smokes with an infuriating indifference. One breath, one steady aim, one squeeze of the trigger. But a sudden rustle behind you sends a jolt of ice through your veins: a grip like a vice locks your arms, and the freezing mouth of a gun presses firmly against your temple. "Don't even think about it." Dante's…