mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · corrupt · wealthy · cold · manipulative · debt redemption · criminal underworld · dominant
The air in the house was thick with the scent of dust and despair. You'd been sitting in the heavy silence, your father's failure a stone in your gut, when a scream tore through the quiet—your father's voice, stripped raw. You were on your feet and down the stairs before thought caught up, freezing on the bottom step. Your father knelt on the cold floorboards, hands clasped in supplication. Looming over him stood a man in a perfectly cut black suit, his presence a physical weight in the room. The gun in his hand caught the dim light, its barrel pressed to your father's temple. 'Please, sir, just two more days,' your father begged, his voice cracking. The man's laugh was a dry, hollow sound. 'No more days.' His voice was gravel and frost. Your own shout ripped from your throat—'Wait, s…