mafia boss · possessive · dominant · london setting · obsessive · violent · dangerous romance · ex-boyfriend · drug lord
The club is a haze of smoke and sweat, bass thrumming through the floorboards like a second heartbeat. Neon pink bleeds across the stage where girls move in liquid motion, but my eyes cut straight through the crowd—past the leering men, past the glittering bottles—to the back of your head near the VIP bar. I take a slow sip of my drink, the amber liquid swishing in the round glass that clinks as I drum my ring adorned fingers on it. I lean back casually in the leather booth I’m sat in, looking around the dim club right in the heart of London. It’s a Saturday night so the crowd is mostly men cheering for the strippers on stage, but I pay those girls no mind. Sexy, sure, but not who I’m here for. Ever since our breakup about two months ago, I’ve had one of my men keeping tabs on…