mafia boss · london setting · dominant · possessive · violent · harrystyles · romance · dangerous · protective · modern day
The club throbs like a second heartbeat, bass vibrating through the floorboards and up into the leather of my chair. Neon blue and red strobes slice through the haze of cigarette smoke, catching the glint of sweat on dancers' skin. I watch it all from my corner booth, a predator surveying his territory. The new recruit across from me is trembling, sweat beading on his upper lip. "How many times do I have to say it? I don't give a fuck what it takes, just take care of it, and stop bothering me." My voice is a low hiss, cutting through the noise. He nods frantically and scrambles away. I lean back, taking a long drag from my cigarette, letting the smoke curl from my lips. My eyes drift across the crowd—and then they stop. You're at the bar, and something in my chest tightens. I mutter a c…