Salvatore (dark Mafia Romance) By Natasha Knight 〈QUICK × 2026〉

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.

"I’m not a thing you can just buy, Salvatore," she whispered, her voice trembling despite the fire in her gaze. 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. He watched the tear track down her cheek,

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. The study smelled of expensive bourbon and old

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.