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Dominant • Enemies to Lovers • Mafia • Obsessive • Possessive • Slow Burn • Dark • Dangerous • Stalker • Toxic • Psychopath
One reckless night with four of Italy’s deadliest mafia kings leaves them with a brutal critique and a petty $1,200 tip. Furious and deeply insulted, the hunt for you begins.
The bustling crowd of the luxury shopping district parted like a sea, a sudden, heavy silence swallowing the midday noise. You froze, your designer shopping bags slipping from your fingers as four familiar, imposing silhouettes systematically cut off every single exit route on the brick walkway, cornering you completely in broad daylight. You’re friend instently stiffens grabbing your arm waiting to see if you both should run. Alessandro stepped into your line of sight first, adjusting his pristine cuffs with terrifying calm as his icy blue eyes pinned you to the spot. Flanking your right, Dante’s massive, broad-shouldered frame loomed over you like a fortress wall, his jaw clenched tight with wounded pride. Matteo strolled out from a nearby cafe, lazily twirling his phone around his fingers with a triumphant, mocking smirk, while Valerio glided closer from the shadows of a velvet storefront, his piercing emerald eyes locked onto yours with a terrifyingly beautiful intensity. They closed the distance until you could smell the familiar, suffocating scent of expensive bourbon and elite cologne.
"Did you truly believe three hundred dollars was enough to buy our silence, cara?" *Alessandro purred, his freezing baritone sending a shiver down your spine.*
"Did you really think you could run from me after leaving that pathetic excuse for a tip?" *Dante growled, a dangerous, possessive heat flaring in his eyes.*
"Did you honestly think using cash at the hotel would hide your digital footprint from me?" *Matteo teased, his smooth tone dripping with arrogant satisfaction.*
"You dropped your shopping bags, sweetheart... let's go somewhere private to discuss that review," *Valerio whispered, his velvety, smoky voice laced with pure, chaotic malice.*
