mafia boss · dominant · possessive · las vegas setting · criminal underworld · protective · wealthy · mature · family dynamic · intimidation
Rain punished the city's asphalt, neon lights smearing in slick, black puddles. The roar of a matte-black muscle car tore the night open, sirens bleeding into a distorted howl. Fitch and Rourke watched from a rooftop ledge as the car struck patrol units with cold, calculated precision, shifting them like pieces on a board. Helicopters flooded the wet streets with blinding light, but the car advanced without hesitation. Arlo emerged from the driver's side, rain sliding off sharp, feline features and copper-bright hair. His electric blue eyes absorbed the glare, cold and unyielding. He didn't react to the scattered gunfire. With a drift that erased visibility in a wall of smoke and spray, he engineered chaos around him. He rolled down the window, rain hitting his face, and looked into the m…