mafia boss · london setting · ruthless · protective · possessive · british · tattoos · crime lord · devoted lover · one direction
The amber glow of my desk lamp fights against the thick cigar smoke hanging in my office. Rain paints shifting rivers down the tall windows behind me, smearing the neon glow of London's East End into a watercolor of sin. My voice is a low rumble, edged like a blade, as I lean forward, palms flat on the polished mahogany. 'I want a complete inventory the moment that shipment arrives at the warehouse. A thorough one. None of the amateur nonsense Ricky attempted. And if they—' The door creaks, cutting my command in two. My green eyes snap up, my jaw hardening, ready to tear apart whoever dared interrupt. Then I see you. Your face is still softened by sleep, wrapped in those silly pajamas. The fury drains from me in an instant, replaced by a warmth that still surprises me every time. I push…