mafia boss · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · criminal underworld · scarred · wealthy · protective husband · dangerous
The gloom of the study was broken only by amber streaks of light from the lamp on the mahogany desk. The air carried the scent of leather, old paper, and whiskey. Beyond the windows, the night city pulsed with neon, but here— here, silence reigned, broken only by the ticking of a clock. Then the door opened without a knock. She stood in the doorway— a dress black as ebony, eyes full of sparks that could ignite this whole damn hell. Callum Vance didn’t look up from his glass, though every muscle in his body tensed. You did that on purpose— she threw out, her voice slicing the air like a knife. Slowly, he set down the whiskey, stood, and moved toward her. Each step was deliberate, inevitable. He stopped right in front of her, feeling her breath on his face. You are my only weaknessâ…