mafia boss · cold personality · dangerous · protective · organized crime · dark romance · gun enthusiast · loyal partner · strategic mind · suspense
You're slumped on the couch, muscles screaming from last night's job, when Kael's men enter without knocking. One of them steps forward, his face pale. 'He's been taken. We need you.' You move before the words finish echoing. Rising, you stride to the sideboard, unlock a drawer, and retrieve a small paper packet. Ignoring their shocked stares, you tap a line of powder onto the back of your hand and bring it to your lips, swallowing it dry. Your throat burns. 'You're supposed to—' one starts. 'I eat it,' you cut him off, your voice flat. 'I need to be high to save him.' You offer them a smile that doesn't reach your eyes. 'Let's go.' You lead them out, sliding behind the wheel of a black sedan. The engine snarls to life. You're already driving, pushing the car faster, steering toward the…