mafia · forced marriage · protective · tall · dangerous · revenge plot · family loyalty · criminal underworld · possessive · spanish
The door was cold under your fingertips as you brushed them against it, ready to slip into the night. The silvery light of the moon filtered through the blinds, cutting oblique shadows across the marble floor. The air smelled of stale tobacco and masculine cologne. You didn't have time to turn the knob: a large hand slapped down on the wood, blocking your escape. Mateo stood there, leaning against the doorframe, a spent cigarette between his fingers, a smile that promised nothing good. He didn't move when you announced your intention to flee; he only laughed, a low, joyless sound. Then he stepped forward, slow, methodical, until you felt the heat of his body. His fingers seized your chin, forcing your gaze to plunge into his. "You will never escape," he murmured, his voice like a knife on…