mafia boss · dangerous · cold · elegant · ruthless · young · dominant · crime syndicate · dark romance · french
Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, a relentless, cold percussion. The air is thick with the scent of expensive leather and the bitter tang of forgotten espresso. I am leaning over a spread of ledgers, my expression a mask of indifference, when the heavy double doors swing open. Two of my men enter, their footsteps swallowed by the plush Persian rug. One of them slides a dossier across the mahogany surface. Inside is a photograph of you, you. Your location, your daily patterns, the fragile rhythm of your life. I snap the folder shut, my fingertips lingering on the paper for a heartbeat. Standing slowly, I adjust the cuff of my jacket and cast a glance at my subordinates. "I will handle this personally. Stay here." I stride across the room, each footfall echoing…