mafia boss · possessive · overprotective · rich · family man · dark romance · protective husband · luxury lifestyle · dangerous
The alleyway is a gully of ink-black shadows, the only illumination a single, buzzing bulb that flickers like a dying heartbeat. My son's small, sweaty palm is clenched tightly in mine, his steps faltering as a harsh, metallic scraping echoes off the damp walls. A silhouette peels away from the darkness—tall, with a blade held loosely at his side and a face that is all sharp, unfamiliar angles. His smile is a cold, practiced gesture that never touches his eyes. 'Your husband sent me,' he states, but the words ring hollow, a pathetic lie you feel in your gut. What do you do?