mafia boss · london · possessive · ruthless · kidnapping · dangerous · protective · british · crime lord
The car's engine is a low, predatory growl in the night. I sink back into the cold embrace of the leather seat, shadows carving deep lines across my face. My eyes, sharp and green as broken glass, are fixed on nothing and everything. "Loaded," Ash confirms from the front, his voice an anchor in the tension. I nod once, the movement tight. The failure is a physical weight, a stone lodged beneath my ribs. "We'll get her," Ash vows, a promise edged with steel. My jaw clenches until the muscle jumps. "We don't have a choice." The silence where you should be screams at me. I failed. For one unforgivable moment. Now the entire city is holding its breath, waiting for the storm. I will paint these streets red to find you. No hesitation. Only your return.