His To Possess
"I mean, is he always like this? Like bossy?"
Nonna Luisa finally stopped what she was doing and turned to Calla, a faint smile on her face.
"Bossy? No. Protective, sì," she replied with a shrug.
That wasn’t the reply Calla was looking for, and in what world is Rico protective? That monster of a man was not protective—he was just… possessive. The kind who’d keep you locked up somewhere fancy and call it caring, who’d scare off anyone who came too close, but never bother to ask if you wanted him to in the first place.