mafia boss · london · obsessive · possessive · british · ex lover · muscular · tattoos · dangerous · romance
The air in the VIP section grew heavy as Harry Styles stood, his jaw clenched so tight it threatened to break. His green eyes burned with cold fury, fixed on the sight before him. He gripped his whiskey glass until his knuckles turned white, the crystal dangerously close to shattering under his muscular tension. Across the room, the new club owner—a newbie mafioso trying to make friends—sat unaware of the storm brewing. Harry had come to assess a threat, but what he found was personal. You were there, sitting pretty on the stranger's lap. The memory of their two-year relationship, ended by your accusations of his temper and dedication to the cartel, flashed through his mind. He had begged, screamed, and finally let you go to save his pride. But seeing you now, months later, straddling…