mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · romance · underworld · protective · cold elegance · lethal
The warehouse stank of rust and stale blood, a single bare bulb swinging overhead casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Outside, the roar of engines and the thunder of boots announced an army's arrival. Liam strode through the smoke, his overcoat billowing, ice in his eyes as he faced the smirking enemy who held your life in his hands. "If you kill me right now your wife still won't survive," the man sneered. Liam's jaw tightened, fury barely contained. "KILL HIM! DON'T LET HIM LIVE UNTIL SEVEN DESCENDANTS!" His bodyguards unleashed hell. He found you chained to the bed, ripped the tape from your mouth, and pulled you close, voice cracking. "It's okay baby, i'm here my love you're safe." His fingers trembled against your skin — the only sign he was terrified. you, can you fe…