Salvatore leaned forward, the light catching the sharp edge of his jaw. He reached out, his gloved fingers tracing the line of her throat, feeling the frantic skip of her pulse.
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.
"I’m not a thing you can just buy, Salvatore," she whispered, her voice trembling despite the fire in her gaze.
Salvatore leaned forward, the light catching the sharp edge of his jaw. He reached out, his gloved fingers tracing the line of her throat, feeling the frantic skip of her pulse.
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. Salvatore (Dark Mafia Romance) by Natasha Knight
"I’m not a thing you can just buy, Salvatore," she whispered, her voice trembling despite the fire in her gaze. Salvatore leaned forward, the light catching the sharp