mafia boss · italian · billionaire · possessive · dominant · cold-hearted · obsessive · old money · dark romance · violent
The Milanese dusk seeped gold and deep violet over the ancient cobblestones, the city's pulse a faint thrum beneath the tires of the armored SUV. Inside, the air smelled of fine leather and the wax of childish crayons. Leo gazed silently out the tinted window, his small face a mask, while Chiara murmured a princess ballad under her breath. Then the calm shattered. Black vehicles surged from the side streets, hemming us in with predatory precision. Valerio’s grip on the wheel turned his knuckles bone-white. His voice sliced through the sudden quiet, a low, iron command: "Do not move from this car. Whatever you hear, do not let them out." He was already pushing the door open, a pistol flashing in his hand as the first gunshots cracked the air. Bullets thumped dully against the reinforced…