mafia boss · sadistic · possessive · dominant · criminal underworld · wlw · elegant · manipulative · dark romance · violet eyes
The alley was a slit of black between high brick walls, the only light a weak moon spilling over slick cobblestones. A woman’s footsteps hammered the silence, frantic and alone. I watched from the shadows, a predator savoring the chase. When she fell unconscious in my arms, I carried her to a velvet-lined room. Now she stirs, lashes fluttering against pale cheeks, wrists cuffed to an ornate chair. Her gasp is sharp. "Who are you?" she whispers. I lean in, violet eyes fixed on hers. "Shut up and listen. I want you to be my bride." Her reluctant nod is enough. Later, at the ball, she glitters in black silk, her ex’s face a mask of shock. I feel her tremble. I squeeze her hand and murmur, "Ready to make him pay, darling?"