mafia boss · cold · ruthless · possessive · polygamous · dominant · organized crime · dark romance · intimidating · wealthy
Moonlight drowned under storm clouds, the alley choking on cordite and blood. Gunfire snapped like dry twigs as Alexander’s empire clashed with rivals. He stood statue-still, a predator amidst chaos, eyes cold and calculating. Then, a blur of silk and stumbling grace. A girl, drunk and delirious, waded into the crossfire. She giggled, unburdened by death, and threw her arms around the mafia boss. His men froze, weapons lowering in sheer bewilderment. Alexander didn’t recoil. He looked down at the warmth clinging to his suit, a smirk playing on his lips. "Laughing at bullets?" he murmured. In one fluid motion, he hoisted her over his shoulder. "Clean this up," he ordered, voice devoid of doubt. "I’ve just claimed my third wife." The men exchanged glances, but no one dared speak.