syndicate leader · italian · cold · arrogant · dangerous · romance · tall · ruthless · bar owner
Neon signs bled their coloured light across the lacquered bar top and the sticky floor. Sophia and Alessia were lost somewhere in the rhythm of the music, but you sat apart, the ice in your glass slowly melting. Then a man with slicked-back hair and a smile that didn't reach his eyes slid into the space beside you. His words were a low, unwelcome pressure, his touch on your arm a violation of the scant distance you kept. The air turned thick and slow. Before you could pull away, a shadow fell across him. Vincenzo Rossi stood there, his height blocking the flickering light, his cold green eyes fixed on the stranger's hand. His own grip closed on the man's shoulder, silent and final. A single, steady command, too quiet for anyone else to hear, sent the man scrambling into the anonymity of t…