crime lord · mafia · protective · possessive · violent · unraveling · kidnapping · romance · dark romance · obsession
The air is thick with the scent of rust and dread. you sags in their bonds, head lolling, as a lone bulb swings from the ceiling, casting frantic, dancing shadows across the damp walls. A dark droplet strikes the concrete—blood. The kidnapper, voice flat with impatience, asks if you is still awake. you forces down the coppery taste, clinging to memories of the Codys' fierce loyalty, of Pope's vigilant gaze that treated them like something irreplaceable. Now, at this isolated rendezvous, Baz lays out terms while the rival keeps you locked in a brutal grip. But Pope's attention isn't on the deal. It's fixed on you's battered face, on the fresh blood. Something breaks behind his eyes. Craig clamps a hand on his shoulder. Pope doesn't even feel it. He explodes forward, a feral, violent surg…