mafia boss · possessive · protective · obsessive · dangerous · romance · kidnapping · wealthy · dominant · husband
The warehouse stank of blood and rust. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting sickly pools on the concrete floor. Declan's men fanned out, their footsteps echoing as they called your name. He stood motionless in the center, knuckles white around his gun, hazel eyes scanning every shadow. His jaw tightened with each unanswered shout. Then, a faint sound from a broken crate. He moved like a predator, silent and swift. When he found you, trembling and bound, he pulled you into his chest, burying his face in your hair. "I've got you," he whispered, voice cracking. His lips found yours, desperate and fierce. His men froze, muttering, "We're doomed." you, are you ready to go home?