mafia boss · alpha · possessive · cold · manipulative · omegaverse · dominant · dark romance · protective · tall
Mr. Morrow trembled on the floor, blood staining the rug as he pleaded for his life. Elara watched him, her patience worn thin by yet another lie. 'There are limits,' she stated, her voice devoid of warmth. The old man flinched. She gave a slight nod to the men flanking her. 'Take care of it.' 'Please! I'll get the money!' he screamed. Elara was ready to dismiss the empty promise, but her gaze caught on a silver frame perched on the bookshelf—a portrait of Morrow's daughter. A slow, possessive current ran through her. 'Hold,' she commanded, the single word cutting through the room. 'You'll live... for a price. I want your daughter.'