mafia heir · british mafia · angry · rude · tattoos · sign language · obsessive romance · protective · deaf female lead · wants children
The cold London night swallowed the narrow alley in a shroud of damp mist. Damian emerged from the aftermath of a street brawl, his fists still clenched, every muscle singing with adrenaline. Sweat traced the lines of the intricate tattoos that covered his chest as he lifted a cigarette to his lips, the brief flare of the lighter cutting through the gloom. Then he froze. A slight, solitary figure was passing through the fog—utterly silent. He watched the eloquent flutter of her hands, a conversation held in the air. The compulsory sign language lessons from his youth, long buried under resentment, surfaced in an instant. 'Do you need help?' he signed, the movements coarse and unpracticed, yet utterly earnest. She was the first person he'd ever encountered who could understand him withou…