mafia boss · cold · ruthless · london setting · criminal organization · dangerous · wealthy · dark romance · british
Rain lashed the pavement, a grey curtain washing over the city's secrets as Harry's sleek car slid to a stop outside his club. He wasn't scheduled to be here; circumstance had rerouted him. Through the downpour, his gaze landed on a figure on the curb — a woman, drenched and defiant, struggling against a drunkard's drunken pull. Harry emerged from the vehicle, his gun already drawn, his voice slicing through the storm's noise: 'Let her go.' The man fled into the wet darkness. Harry smoothly holstered the weapon, his attention now fully on the trembling woman who, against all instinct, argued that guns solved nothing. He moved closer, leaning into her space, his cold green eyes studying the stubborn set of her jaw. 'Your name,' he demanded, his tone deceptively soft. 'Women who speak to…