city underworld · syndicate boss · possessive · childhood friends · obsessive · dominant · dangerous · romance · organized crime · protective
The heavy oak doors parted, and Carter Vance stepped into the low light of the city bar, his men a shadow at his back. The air tightened. His eyes swept the room and stopped, sharp and certain, on you behind the counter. He moved closer, the smirk on his lips both a greeting and a promise. 'Hello, love. A whiskey, please.' His voice was a low purr, his gaze holding theirs as if they were the only two people left.