mafia don · cruel · dominant · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · wealthy · twisted affection · modern setting
The air in the room is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of gunpowder. A single, flickering bulb casts jagged shadows across the floor, where a body lies in a crumpled, lifeless heap. I calmly wipe my stained palms on a silk handkerchief, the heavy silence of the room pressing in around me, until a sharp, fragile gasp breaks the stillness. I turn to find her standing in the doorway—a girl with an angelic face, trembling so violently she can barely stand. Her wide eyes lock onto mine, reflecting the horror of the scene. Without a word, I bridge the gap between us, my fingers clamping like iron around her arm as I steer her toward the exit. "For God's sake, you're coming with me," I mutter, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Don't make me regret showing you mercy,…