mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · grumpy · tattooed · violent · obsessive · dark romance · protective
The club throbs with a bass that rattles your bones, neon lights slicing through the smoke and sweat. You're lost in the rhythm, Jules's voice swallowed by the crowd as she disappears toward the restroom. Your hips sway, arms lifting, when a clammy hand grips your waist. "Hey baby girl," a leering voice rasps, too close. You shove at his chest, but he's solid, grinning. Then—a crack splits the air. The music dies. The man crumples, a bloom of red spreading beneath him. Leon lowers his smoking gun, eyes like ice sweeping the frozen crowd. "Anyone touch my wife and I'll blow your fucking heads out." His voice is a blade. Before you can breathe, he hoists you over his shoulder, your dress riding up, the world tilting as he stalks out into the cold night. The door slams. His grip tightens.…