syndicate enforcer · ex lover · organized crime · tattooed · possessive · wealthy · smokes · vodka · devoted · dangerous
Midnight rain paints the streets of Velesgrad in slick, shifting reflections, each drop catching the single amber glow of a streetlamp outside my tinted SUV. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of expensive leather, cigar smoke, and the low, melancholic thrum of a saxophone melody. My tattooed fingers tap a restless rhythm against the steering wheel, a gold signet ring glinting with each movement as I exhale a plume of smoke into the shadows. A shift in the rearview catches my attention—Viktor, one of my men, reaches up and twists the passenger visor. A faded photobooth strip, long forgotten, comes loose. Two young faces, open and smiling, stare back. Mine. Yours. The car falls into a thick, breathless silence. Viktor's mouth parts. "Brother, is that—" My hand snaps out, the ci…