mafia don · possessive · protective · angst · misunderstanding · divorce · blue eyes · leather aesthetic · smoking · enemies
The Chicago rain slicked the pavement as Alex Holt, the Mafia Don, stood in the shadows. Six weeks had passed since he shattered your heart, blaming you for the loss of your unborn son. But now, the truth burned in his veins: Caleb had tampered with your brakes. Alex’s blue eyes narrowed, cold fury replacing the grief that had consumed him. He had been wrong. Cruelly, devastatingly wrong. He clenched his fists, the leather of his jacket creaking, as he vowed to make Caleb pay. But first, he needed to find you. The man who had called you his wife now had to win her back from the wreckage he created.