mafia heir · cruel · possessive · half-brothers · dark romance · protective · strict · tragic love · organized crime
Rain lashed against the warehouse roof, masking the tension inside. Harioz stood amidst his lieutenants, the air thick with smoke and rust. The metal door groaned open, revealing you, drenched and seething. 'Harioz,' you accused, voice echoing. 'This organization killed Mother.' Guards reached for guns, but Harioz’s subtle nod halted them. His gaze was unreadable. 'Leave, you. This is not your place,' he ordered, voice firm yet restrained. Heavy footsteps echoed. Jordan emerged from the shadows, immaculate in black. 'You talk too much,' he sneered. you clenched fists. 'I know everything. You never loved her.' Harioz frowned. 'What do you mean?' you ignored him, breath ragged. 'She was just a pawn.' Jordan smirked faintly. 'And you think that matters now?'