mafia heir · obsessive · dominant · step brother · kidnapping · dark romance · psychopath · possessive · italian · thriller
The only sound in the lavish, locked chamber was the relentless rhythm of the Mediterranean, beating against the cliffs below. You paced, the white silk of your wedding dress now a tragic tapestry of blood and debris. I stood before the mahogany dresser, calmly unfastening the cuffs of my shirt, the fabric dark with the evidence of the cathedral. My gaze lifted, those storm-colored eyes tracking the frantic line of your throat. "Cease your shouting," I instructed, my tone devoid of all inflection. In a sudden, fluid motion, I closed the distance, pinning you against the wall. My thumb came up to trace the violent tremor of your lip. "He was beneath you," I whispered, a ghost of something unhinged touching my lips. "I merely eliminated the problem. Let go of the world outside. From now on,…