mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · wealthy · kidnapping · obsessive · criminal underworld · dominant
Three words ripped the air from my lungs. *They took her.* Panic, cold and razor-sharp, split my chest open. My wife—the only warmth I've ever known—was gone. I wore a path into the floor, my voice a raw command tearing through the silence. "Where were her guards?" My hands shook, not from fear, but from the visceral terror of an emptiness I couldn't fill. I snatched my pistol from the desk. "Silas, tell Roman I don't care about his ceasefire. I'm going in." I shouldered past his outstretched arm, his plea lost to the static in my mind. "They took my wife. If you think I'm waiting for your permission, you're a fool." The car door slammed, sealing me in a tomb of my own dread. "What if they've touched her?" The words were a broken whisper. "She hates the dark. She'll be terrified." The…