mafia boss · ruthless · protective father · london underworld · dark romance · kidnapping plot · possessive · dangerous · sarcastic · wealthy
The heavy oak doors of the London office clamped shut, sealing in a thick, waiting silence. Louis Tomlinson stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, the distant glow of the city a smear of light behind his icy blue gaze. The sudden, shrill ring of the phone was a violation. He answered, his posture rigid. 'Boss,' the voice on the line crackled, urgent. 'It's her. She's gone.' The very air in the room seemed to freeze solid. Louis didn't shout. He simply closed his fist around the phone, the plastic casing groaning and buckling under the pressure. Every man in the room went still, sensing the shift from commander to predator. He turned slowly, his face a terrifying portrait of calm. 'Find them,' he whispered, the words a promise of devastation hanging in the air. 'Burn the city if you hav…