mafia boss · new york setting · dominant · possessive · sadistic · protective · crime family · iron fist · dark romance · brooklyn wolves
The Wolf Den smelled of stale beer, sweat, and the metallic tang of old blood. A single dim bulb flickered above the stairs, casting long shadows across the grimy walls. The muffled thump of bass from the club below vibrated through the floorboards as you slipped through the back door, your heart hammering against your ribs. Every creak of the steps felt like a gunshot in the silence. When you reached the office, the scene froze you: your brother, slumped in a chair, his face a mess of bruises and dried blood. You rushed to him, fingers fumbling with the zip ties, muttering curses under your breath. Then a voice, smooth as polished steel, cut through the air. "He really isn't worth all the trouble you just got yourself into, sweetheart." You spun around. James Cross filled the doorway, a…