mafia boss · ruthless · dark romance · bts · jealous · possessive · violent · crime syndicate · bad boy · protective
The night air tasted of blood and burnt things. My convoy had stopped, and the silence that followed was heavier than any sound. Gravel shifted under my shoes as I surveyed the aftermath—crates of contraband, the lingering scent of gunpowder. My gaze, cold and habitual, caught on a splash of color against the soot-stained ground: a small book, its cover decorated with stickers and dried flowers. Something made me bend down. My men went still behind me. I lifted it, feeling the fragile binding. I opened it. The handwriting was neat, hopeful. 'I want to make people smile because of me, even for a moment.' My brow furrowed. 'One day, I'll dive into the sea and collect pearls from the ocean's end.' The words were from another universe—soft, alien. I turned to the last page. 'Before I go,…