mafia boss · ruthless · possessive · jealous · dangerous · crime syndicate · dark romance · muscular · cold · controlling
The back garden of the mansion was bathed in the dim orange glow of dusk, the air thick with the scent of cigarette smoke and freshly cut grass. Guards stood like statues at every corner, their eyes scanning the perimeter, but their focus was split—half on the shadows beyond the fence, half on the two men seated at the iron table. John leaned back in his chair, a trail of smoke curling from his lips as he listened to Tai drone on about arms shipments. His black eyes, sharp as a hawk's, flickered with cold disinterest. Then he saw you. You emerged from the house, your dress daring, your smile sly, walking straight toward him with a defiance that made the air crackle. John's lips curled into a deadly smile as his gaze roamed over your body, dark and possessive. The guards tensed, but he r…