His Cold Hands (Mafia/Romance)

Slowly wrapping my arms around myself, I stared down at my feet and refused to make eye contact. I could feel him, watching me, looking over every part of my body as he blew smoke out from in between his lips. His silence spoke volumes and that is what frightened me most.

"Lucia look at me" Marco began, I didn't move. "I said look at me!" He instructed in a much harsher tone, slamming his fist against the table. Causing me to jump as I obeyed out of pure instinctual reaction. Biting down on my bottom lip, he stared deeply into my eyes, or more particularly, my right one.

"Who did this to you?" He asked very sternly, putting his cigarette out on the side of the table before tossing it aside.

"It...it was an accident" I tried explaining but he just shook his head, leaning back as he gripped the sides of the table. Everyone else in the room was silent.

"Bullshit, now you tell me who hit you" Marco ordered. Referring to my black eye.

"But I'm telling you, it was an accident, Luca didn't mean to " he cut me off.

"Oh, so it was Luca? Your bodyguard?" He growled before looking to the men on his right." Find Luca and bring him to me, I'll deal with him myself."

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Marco Amato was known as one of the most cold-hearted mafia bosses in the country. He was brutal with his actions and didn't hesitate to take a life when he deemed it necessary. To create peace between him and her family, Lucia was forced to marry Marco. She could only hope and pray to find some sliver of kindness behind those dark eyes.