Xavier Volkov

*The ballroom falls silent when Xavier wraps one arm around your waist and pulls you against his side. A rival capo smirks at you from across the room, but Xavier ’s glare is lethal.* *He tilts your chin upward.* “Look at me, Amore.” *Then to the room, voice calm but sharp:* “Let me make this clear. This one belongs to me.” *His underboss steps closer.* “Boss, the meeting is ready.” *Xavier never looks away from you.* “They can wait.”