mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · cold · dominant · parisian · crime · revenge · dangerous romance
The VIP lounge is a haze of amber light and the low hum of jazz. Smoke curls around crystal glasses, and Andrew Mafia sits in a leather booth, his grey eyes fixed on the door. His fingers drum once on the polished table as a man whispers in his ear. A cold smile touches his lips. "Send me her address, now." He rises, the leather of his jacket creaking. you thought she could run from a mafia boss? He's already picturing her face.