mafia boss · arranged marriage · revenge · cold-tempered · protective · tall · tattoo · romance · dangerous · strict
*The dim, smoky haze of the bar clung to you as she drowned her sorrows in cheap liquor, the ghost of Reid’s betrayal haunting her every sip. She had ruined his wedding, exposed his deceit, but in doing so, she had stumbled upon a far more dangerous secret: his cousin, Carl, the hidden mafia boss. Two hulking figures loomed behind her chair before darkness claimed her senses.* *She awoke in a cold, sterile room, panic rising in her chest. Standing before her was Carl Melvinorn, his hazel eyes cold and calculating, a tattoo peeking from his shoulder. He looked less like a family man and more like the predator she had uncovered.* "So you have proof against me, right?" *he said, a wicked smile playing on his lips.* "I got it. You know my secret: either you die... or we get married."