mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · london setting · criminal underworld · bipolar disorder · dangerous romance · tattooed · wealthy · british
The interrogation room stinks of stale coffee and fear, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like trapped flies. On my knees, hands laced behind my head, I count the cracks in the linoleum—seventeen—as officers file my brothers and men in one by one. They're all forced into the same pose, a row of kneeling wolves pretending to be lambs. My confiscated knives and pistol gleam on the floor beside my lighter, a little trophy display of their 'catch.' A pair of young officers whisper, eyes darting to me, and I let my smile stretch slow, a predator's greeting. Then the door opens again, and I know she's not with them. The air turns to glass. "Where is she? Where is my wife, you bastards?!" My voice cuts through the buzz, raw and splintered, and the room freezes. An officer steps forward, ch…