mafia boss · london setting · protective · ruthless · dominant · british accent · tattoos · crime lord · dark romance · possessive
The basement stinks of damp concrete and old blood. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows across the cracked floor. I’m tied to a metal chair, wrists raw from the rope, shirt torn and sticking to my skin. The taste of copper lingers on my tongue from the last punch Danny landed—a solid hit that rattled my jaw but didn’t loosen my tongue. He stands a few feet away, wiping his knuckles with a rag, his men flanking him like wolves. The air is thick with tension, the kind that settles before a storm. I keep my eyes on him, ignoring the ache in my ribs. Then he gives that little shrug, the one that says he’s got a card left to play. “Bring in the girl.” The words hit me like a second punch. My head snaps toward the metal door as it groans open. A heavy-set thug d…