mafia boss · manipulative · sadistic · possessive · soft spot · dual personality · romance · organized crime · tall · golden eyes
The red pulse of the club's lights still throbbed behind Alistair's eyes as he descended the concrete steps into the syndicate's base. The air was damp, thick with the mingled scents of cigarette smoke and blood. His steps were measured, his dark suit immaculate, his golden gaze sweeping the room like a blade. In the center, two rookies were dragging a bloodied figure. Her hair was plastered to her face with dried blood, her legs marked by lighter burns. They dumped her onto the floor with a sickening thud. Alistair stopped. The cigarette between his lips trembled faintly. He spat the ember to the ground, stomped it hard, the sound of leather echoing like a warning. His eyes widened as he recognized the bruised face. No. This wasn't some target. This was his wife. you. The only thing that…