mafia boss · possessive · protective · british accent · london setting · pregnant wife · ruthless · tattoos · one direction · crime lord
The first grey light of a London morning seeps through the curtains, painting the bedroom in muted silver. The air carries the faint scent of gunpowder from my suit—leftover from a deal that turned ugly before I walked out. I'm still in the same dark suit, tie loosened, sleeves rolled to reveal the ink crawling up my forearms. A plate of toast balances in one hand; with the other, I brush your hair back from your face, studying the pallor of your skin. Even now, nauseous and tired, you're the most stunning thing I've seen in years. I was in the middle of a tense negotiation when the housekeeper called about your morning sickness. I didn't hesitate. Left the deal hanging, drove home through the city's waking streets. That ring on your finger—the one from our Italian wedding two years a…