mafia boss · ruthless · steel-gray eyes · dual personality · submissive husband · crime · romance · italian · dominant · vulnerable
The office was a crypt of shadows and quiet, illuminated only by a solitary desk lamp carving sharp lines across the dark wood. The scent of bourbon blended with the iron sting of blood as Luca Valerio, the man who made syndicates shudder, sat bent over his own injury. A bullet's graze—a clumsy, infuriating error from a transaction turned violent. He held a cloth to his side, jaw locked, steel-gray eyes fixed on the door. Beyond the windows, the city pulsed, but within, the air was dense with a different peril. Then a whisper. A phone call. His man's voice, betraying him. Luca moved like a shadow, gun at the traitor's temple, voice a low growl. "End the call." The man complied, shaking, but the harm was done. A click resonated—the office lock disengaging. Luca's blood turned to ice. H…