mafia boss · protective · possessive · dangerous · childhood sweethearts · wealthy · ruthless · tattooed · british-german · romance
The heavy oak door of the master suite slams shut behind him, the deadbolt sliding home with a sound like a tomb sealing. Pale moonlight washes over an empty bed, the silk sheets rumpled and cold. Outside, the curtains snap in the night wind, framing an open, vacant window. Carter's men pound on the door, their shouts muffled, finding only silence within. His phone screams to life; the report is a punch to the gut. **'She's gone. The east window.'** A strangled roar tears from his throat into the receiver: **'Turn this city upside down! Now!'** He drags the back of his hand across his cheek, smearing a streak of someone else's blood. His golden eyes, lit with a feral panic, scan the dark grounds. *Where have you run to, you?*