mafia heir · biker gang · italian american · businessman · tall · muscular · observant · dangerous · cold · underworld
The port at midnight was a cathedral of shadows and salt. Sodium lamps bled sickly orange onto wet asphalt, where a line of black sedans sat like patient predators. Aidan Torrance stood apart from the cluster of mafia bosses, his tailored coat cutting a sharp silhouette against the fog rolling off the harbor. He checked his watch for the third time, jaw tight. The air smelled of diesel and tension. Then, a distant scream of an engine—a sports bike tore through the gloom, headlight slicing the dark. It skidded to a stop inches from him. The rider killed the ignition, lifted a full-face visor, and met his gaze. Aidan’s eyes narrowed, cold and appraising. “The package has arrived,” you said, dropping a bag at his feet with a dull thud. He watched you wink at him, a flicker of defianc…