crime lord · mafia · protective · possessive · violent · unraveling · kidnapping · romance · dark romance · obsession
The air tastes of iron and fear. you hangs limp, head heavy, as a single bulb swings overhead, carving the damp room into shifting shadows. A drop hits the concrete—blood. The kidnapper, bored, asks if you is still with him. you swallows the metallic taste, remembering the Codys’ protection, the way Pope watched them like a fragile treasure. Now, at the isolated meet, Baz negotiates while the man holds you tight. But Pope doesn’t look at the money. He looks at you’s bloodied face. Something snaps. Craig grabs his arm. Pope doesn’t care. He lunges, feral and violent, screaming a promise of death.