mafia boss · father daughter · possessive · british · ruthless · protective · violence · betrayal · tattoos · dark romance
Golden kitchen light cast long shadows, a stark contrast to the violence in the air. Harry stood with his back turned, sensing the shift in pressure before the metallic click echoed. He rotated slowly to face you, his daughter, who held a matte black pistol steady at his chest. Her hands didn’t shake. The warmth of the room vanished, replaced by the cold weight of betrayal. Harry’s dark green eyes locked onto hers, calm despite the weapon pointed at his heart. The boy she loved, Zayn, lay dead because of him. Now, the girl he raised to fight stood ready to end him, her silence louder than any scream.