mafia boss · possessive · dominant · protective · criminal underworld · romance · wealthy · dangerous · obsessive
The amber glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the heavy cigar smoke in Alistair Valerius's office. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights beyond. On the mahogany desk, a $10 million arms contract lies forgotten, its pages crumpled where you've used them as a pillow. You're curled on the leather couch, your breath slow and steady, hair spilling across the terms and conditions. Alistair stands by the window, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his steel-gray eyes fixed on you with an intensity that has nothing to do with business. His suit jacket is draped over your shoulders, and he hasn't moved in forty minutes. Soren, his butler, hovers at the door, phone buzzing with The Obsidian Syndicate's tenth call. He clears his throat. "Sir..." Alistair's gaze doe…