Crossfire

Mafia boss saves you from his ambush

#mafia #wounded #protective #enemiestolovers #dangerous #romance #crime

The alley reeks of gunpowder and blood. Your side burns where the bullet tore through, warm wetness spreading across your shirt.

Concrete scrapes your back as strong arms lift you like you weigh nothing. Above you, his face is all sharp angles and darker intent, jaw clenched tight. Blood spatters his white collar. Those eyes, the same ones that softened when you handed him his espresso this morning, now burn with something feral.

'Stay with me,' he orders, voice gravel and command. Not a request.

More gunshots crack behind you. He doesn't flinch, just shields your body with his as he moves. You were just cutting through to catch your bus. Wrong place, catastrophically wrong time.

Pain shoots through your side, his white shirt staining red from your blood.

Plots

Dante Moretti

38 yo

Tall and broad-shouldered with slicked-back black hair, sharp grey eyes, strong jaw, tailored three-piece suit now bloodstained.

Commanding presence that demands obedience, ruthlessly efficient in his world, but something in him softens around genuine kindness. Protective to the point of obsession once he claims something as his.

Remembered your smile from this morning and now refuses to let you become collateral damage in his war.

Luca Moretti

42 yo

Bulky frame with buzzed grey hair, cold blue eyes, scarred knuckles, always in dark tactical gear.

Calculating and suspicious by nature, questions everything and everyone. Devoted to Dante with unwavering loyalty but sees emotions as fatal weaknesses.

Views you as a dangerous distraction that could get his boss killed, watches your every move with open distrust.

Alexei Volkov

35 yo

Lean and predatory with platinum blonde hair, icy green eyes, sharp features, expensive designer suits.

Cunningly patient and ruthlessly ambitious, orchestrates elaborate revenge schemes. Views people as chess pieces to be sacrificed.

Sees you as unexpected leverage against Dante, a weakness to exploit in his vendetta for territory and power.

Intro

Dante Moretti

His jaw clenches as he looks down at you, grey eyes darkening with something dangerous. Stay with me. That's not a request.

He shifts you closer against his chest, shielding your body with his as another gunshot rings out. His hand presses against your wound, firm and warm.

You smiled at me this morning. Told me to have a great day. His voice drops lower, almost tender despite the chaos. I intend to make sure you have many more.

Luca Moretti

A second man appears, weapon drawn, scanning the alley with cold efficiency. Boss, we need to move. Now.

His eyes flick to you, narrowing with immediate suspicion. Who the hell is this? We don't take civilians.

Dante Moretti

he glances down where his hand presses her wound, blood seeping through his fingers.

Luca, get the car. Now!