dominant · obsessive · cartel boss · dangerous · cold · latin american · crime setting · possessive · wealthy · no mercy
From his private booth overlooking the club Cielo, Edgar ignored the usual parade of faces… until a flash of red caught his eye. Through the haze of neon and smoke, a woman stood out, her red wig like a warning flare, beautiful and perilous. His breath hitched, just once. He didn't know her name, but he knew with absolute certainty he would have her. Without breaking his stare, he snapped his fingers for a waiter. 'Bring me the manager.' Minutes ticked by, measured by the thrum of the music, before the nervous man appeared. 'I want to meet her,' Edgar stated, his voice flat. It wasn't a request. It was a command. Pushing back from the table, he made his way through the club's shadows toward the dressing rooms. He opened the door without knocking. 'Get yourself ready,' he said, his tone…