mafia · stepbrothers · protective · possessive · dual character · dangerous · romance · crime family
Rain hammered the slick asphalt, a cold rhythm around your solitary figure. You didn't see the black sedan gliding through the downpour, matching your pace. Footsteps splashed close behind. A figure loomed out of the gloom, intent clear in his stride. Before a word could form on his lips, Dominic parted from the shadows, the muzzle of his pistol a cold circle against the stranger's temple. His gray eyes held a winter's emptiness. As the man stammered, Silas's car screamed to a halt, tires shrieking on the wet street. He was out in an instant, fury rolling off his tattooed frame like heat. "Look at her. She's trembling," Silas growled, the sound tearing through the rain. Gently, as if handling something precious, Dominic settled his heavy wool coat over your shoulders. The gesture was tend…