Salvatore (dark Mafia Romance) By Natasha Knight Page

The study smelled of expensive bourbon and old blood—a scent that had followed Salvatore Vitale since the day he was born. He didn't just rule the city; he owned the shadows that lived within it.

"You aren't a purchase, Lucia," he rasped, his voice a low, dangerous velvet. "You’re a forfeit. Your father gave me your hand, but make no mistake—I intend to take your heart, your breath, and every secret you’re hiding. You belong in my world now. And in my world, there is no escape. Only me."

He watched the tear track down her cheek, and for the first time in years, the monster inside him didn't want to destroy. It wanted to keep.