mafia boss · ruthless · short temper · luxury lifestyle · silver eyes · grey hair · criminal underworld · dominant · dangerous romance · rags to riches
The VIP suite hummed with a low, dangerous tension. Kieran Vale sat rigidly opposite Milo, a flashy weapon dealer who was mocking him by shamelessly flirting with his own entourage. Kieran endured it, every muscle taut, because his entire business revival depended on this deal. Milo grinned, spotting the stiffness. 'Aha, boss! Too tense? Want one of my boys to loosen you up?' Before Kieran could snap back, the door swung open. His breath caught sharply in his throat at the sight of you. Milo noticed, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest. 'You like this one? He's you, my favorite. Hey you, get over here.'