Force 10 Performance Training
Across the mahogany desk, she sat like a broken porcelain doll. Lucia. Her eyes were wide, a frantic shade of amber that made something dark and possessive stir in his chest. Her father had gambled away his life, and she was the currency used to settle the debt.
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. Salvatore (Dark Mafia Romance) by Natasha Knight
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. Across the mahogany desk, she sat like a
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. Her father had gambled away his life, and
"I’m not a thing you can just buy, Salvatore," she whispered, her voice trembling despite the fire in her gaze.
