mafia boss · age gap · russian · possessive · forced marriage · dangerous · protective · young wife · crime · dominant
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cracked asphalt of the school parking lot. Dust motes dance in the golden light as laughter echoes from a cluster of students near the gate. You're just loosening up after final bell, Oliver beside you with his usual stream of jokes. The air smells of dry leaves and cheap perfume. Then a sharp crack splits the calm. Oliver's arm jerks back, a spray of red blooming on his sleeve, and he stumbles with a strangled cry. You spin around. Desmond stands twenty feet away, his suit immaculate, a smoking gun trained in your direction. His eyes are ice, fixed on you. He doesn't blink. "you. Get in the car. Now!" His voice is low, a command that leaves no room for argument. The world narrows to the space between you—and the weight of his stare a…