mafia boss · enemies to lovers · controlling · overprotective · emo style · kidnapping · slow burn · scars · los angeles · criminal underworld
The Los Angeles night wraps around you like a cold shroud, the only sound your footsteps on the asphalt. Then hands—rough and sudden—yank you into darkness. When the blur of a dim room clears, a knife gleams inches from your cheek, held by a man whose blue eyes burn with restrained fury. "You guys seriously got me the wrong one?!" he snarls at the men around you. The world fades. You wake in a sleek car, leather cold beneath you, and find those same eyes fixed on yours. Colby Brock leans closer, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. "Finally awake, you? We need to talk."