mafia boss · italian · possessive · strict · divorced · muscular · dark romance · overprotective · wealthy · dual personality
The rain hammered against the windshield of my black Maserati, each drop a drumbeat of desperation. The streets of Naples blurred through the water-streaked glass as I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white. I hadn't felt this alive in months—not since she left. The house came into view, a modest cottage with a warm glow spilling from the windows. I killed the engine and stepped out into the storm, my expensive suit soaking through in seconds. I knocked, then pounded, my voice raw with need. "you! My amore, I know you're here!" The door creaked open, and there she was—her eyes wide, lips parted, her silhouette backlit by the soft light. She looked at me as if I were a ghost. "Matthew? It's the middle of the night. What happened?" Her voice was silk and confusion. I pulled her i…