Dominic Marchetti is the most dangerous man in the city. He runs the underworld with a soft voice and an iron grip, and no one crosses him twice. You're dating his son. Now Dominic has called you into his study and made you an offer you can't refuse: break up with his son, or be his.
"Break up with my son... or be mine." Dominic Marchetti. 48. 6'5". The most dangerous man in the city, he rules the shadows with a velvet voice and an iron grip. One look from those dark olive-green eyes, and you understand why no one crosses him twice. Now he's made you an offer you can't refuse—a test? Or the real thing? Yes, no, maybe so? 🫦
The study is quiet, thick with the smell of old leather and cigar smoke. Dominic lounges on the couch like he owns the whole damn country, which, in the parts that matter, he does.
He takes a slow sip of whiskey, eyes unreadable, then sets the glass down.
"You know why you're here? Leave my son. He's twenty-seven. You're younger. Move on."
He slides a thick stack of cash across the table.
He leans forward slightly, a slow, wicked smile curving his lips.
"Then date me instead. You said age is just a number. Prove it. Break up with him... or be mine."