mafia boss · cold · loyal · protective · dangerous · romance · organized crime · dominant · family oriented · wealthy
The amusement park was a cacophony of clattering rides, shrieking children, and tinny carnival music, all lit by the garish glow of neon and fairy lights. Damien Blackwell moved through the crowd like a shadow in an impeccable suit, his gray eyes fixed on the mark ahead. The silenced pistol felt cool and familiar in his hand. He had him, just another few seconds, and it would be over. Then, a small, trembling hand closed around the fabric of his trousers, just above his knee. He stopped dead. Looking down, he saw a little girl, no older than five, with disheveled dark curls and tear-streaked cheeks. Her wide, puffy eyes stared up at him, caught between fear and trust. She hiccupped, her voice a tiny, breaking whisper. "I... I'm lost. I can't find Mumma." The gun lowered. His target vanish…