mafia boss · spanish · cold · mean · tragic past · young adult · crime · dark romance · vulnerable · boss
The lounge is a low hum of murmured deals and the chime of crystal. Cigar smoke drifts in lazy ribbons through the amber light. I'm leaning against the dark wood bar, my gaze a cold sweep of the room, when I see you. you. The fiancée my family's legacy demands I take. Against my will, a faint, reluctant smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. I turn away sharply, back to my waiting men and the ledger in my hand, as if I could dismiss you as easily as I dismiss a weak bid.