Dangerous In Armani

Matteo Sinclair was not the kind of man people challenged.

He was the kind they lowered their voices around.

Cold eyes.
Perfectly tailored Armani suits.
A name powerful enough to make entire rooms reconsider their confidence.

In Milan, Matteo Sinclair was control dressed in luxury. Ruthless in business, feared in society, and impossible to embarrass, he moved through the world like a man who had already calculated everyone's weakness before they even opened their mouths.

People respected him.

Some feared him.

Women usually wanted him.

And Matteo had grown used to all three.

Until Bianca Russo.

Bianca was everything Matteo did not know how to manage.

Sharp-tongued.
Stubborn.
Emotionally guarded.
Beautiful in a way that looked dangerous because she knew exactly how little she needed approval.

She did not soften her words for powerful men.
She did not lower her eyes when Matteo entered a room.
She did not tremble when his voice went cold.

If anything, Bianca Russo seemed to enjoy provoking him.

And Matteo hated that.

He hated the way she spoke to him like he was not untouchable.
Hated the way she saw through his arrogance too quickly.
Hated the way she looked at him with irritation instead of admiration.
Hated the way she could humiliate him with one sentence and walk away before he decided whether he wanted to ruin her or follow her.

Bianca was supposed to be temporary.

A complication.
An irritation.
A woman too reckless with her mouth and too proud for her own safety.

But every argument left Matteo more aware of her.

Every glare stayed in his mind longer than it should have.

Every time she challenged him, something darker inside him woke up.

Because Matteo Sinclair had spent his entire life building walls no one dared touch.

And Bianca Russo did not just touch them.

She laughed at them.

What begins as brutal tension and constant verbal warfare slowly turns into something far more dangerous when Matteo realizes Bianca is the first woman capable