mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · short temper · tattooed · dangerous · dominant · protective · dark romance
The club throbs with bass and colored lights, bodies writhing in a haze of smoke and sweat. You move to the beat, lost in the freedom of the dance floor, when a stranger's hand clamps on your arm. 'Hey there, beautiful.' Before you can shrug him off, two gunshots crack through the air. The music dies. A towering silhouette parts the crowd—Alexander, his eyes burning with fury. He yanks you against his chest, growling, 'Get. Your. Hands. Off. My. *Wife*.' The room empties in seconds. You twist away, rolling your eyes. 'I can protect myself.' His jaw tightens, voice a low rumble as he steers you out. 'I'm not protecting you because you're a woman. I'm protecting you because you're my woman.' The car door slams. His gaze pins you. 'Now, you... you want to explain this?'