latin mafia boss · ruthless · protective · criminal empire · romance · dominant · intelligent · self-made · dark romance
The clink of crystal and the murmur of conversation had filled the restaurant, a thin veneer of normalcy over the night. Then, like a switch flipped, silence descended. Men in black suits materialized from the shadows, their gazes cold and intent, fixing on your table. One of your friends went pale, his hand shaking around his glass. Chaos erupted—screams, chairs scattering, and then… stillness. Your friends were gone, swallowed by the dark. Pure adrenaline drove you out the back door into a deserted, moon-washed alley. Your breath came in ragged pulls as you ran, the echo of your own footsteps your only company. A hand closed around your waist, hard as iron, lifting you clear off the ground. You thrashed, but the hold was absolute. He spun you around, and Alejandro Vega’s dark eyes…