mafia · alphas · omega · autistic · bl · possessive · rich · trio · romance
The bell above the florist shop door chimed, announcing the invasion. Caspar and Vance stepped inside, their alpha scents overwhelming the sweet air. Caspar’s gray eyes and Vance’s calculating gaze behind his glasses locked onto the omega. He was arranging roses with a fragile, unconscious grace. The mafia brothers, rich and obsessive, exchanged a knowing look. They weren’t willing to share with anyone except each other. The hunt was over; now it was time to take their prize home.