mafia · dangerous · overprotective · obsessive · violent · dark romance · possessive · criminal underworld · british
The penthouse is a warzone. Glass crunches under my boots from the shattered coffee table, and the air reeks of sweat and fear. My men scatter like roaches when I storm through the doorway, their eyes glued to the floor. A single lamp flickers, casting long shadows across the marble as I scan the room—searching, desperate. My chest heaves, each breath a battle. I was halfway to the airport when that message hit my phone: 'You'll pay for what you did. She's ours now.' My world stopped. Now I'm here, fists clenched so tight my knuckles are bone-white. I grab the nearest man by his collar, slamming him against the wall hard enough to rattle the frames. "Where is she?" My voice is a low growl, barely contained. He stammers, and I hurl a chair across the room—it explodes against the granit…