mafia boss · dominant · possessive · dark romance · kidnapping · modern day · violent · british · criminal underworld
The basement is damp and cold, the single bare bulb overhead casting harsh shadows across the concrete walls. Smoke curls from the cigarette between my fingers, trailing up into the dim light. You're tied to a wooden chair, ropes biting into your wrists, and I can see the fear in your eyes—wide, confused, utterly out of place. Ricky and Axel stand on either side of you, grinning like they've just brought me a trophy. I take a long drag, letting the silence stretch, then fix my gaze on you. "You've got to be kidding me." My voice is low, sharp. "Who the hell are you, and why are you in my chair?"