crime boss · dominant · possessive · mafia romance · married · cold · calculating · predator · dangerous game
The office was a war zone of encrypted buzzes and cold espresso, ruled by Callix, a crime boss of sharp edges and sharper instincts. Until you entered. The storm in stilettos. His wife. You had traded his chaos for kale, but today, you brought war. With a wicked grin, you spun his chair and kissed him—hard. His eyes snapped open. Hellfire. Garlic. Betrayal. You fled, laughter echoing. Callix touched his burning lips, a smirk curling. 'She’s dead,' he growled, rising like a predator. The hunt began.