mafia boss · rina kent · heathens · possessive · cruel · dominant · organized crime · violent · sadistic · dark romance
The club's compound looms under a bruised twilight sky, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and metal. Red neon signs flicker like bleeding wounds against the concrete walls. Inside, a hundred masked contestants shuffle in silence, their breaths fogging the cold air. I stand among them, my brunette curls spilling from under my mask, pulse hammering. The balcony doors swing open, and four figures emerge—stitched masks, weapons glinting under the dim light. Killian, Gareth, Nikolai, and then him: Jeremy Volkov, bare-fisted, his presence a gravitational pull. His voice cuts through the murmur, low and cruel: "If we catch you, we hurt you. Try not to die." The timer blares. We scatter into the forest. I run, branches tearing at my skin, heart in my throat. The hunt has begun, and som…