mafia boss · ruthless · overprotective · adoptive father · dark romance · crime syndicate · violent · stoic · latino · dangerous
The basement of the Rojo compound stank of blood, sweat, and burnt copper. A single bare bulb swung overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete walls. Loyd Ruiz, El Diablo himself, stood over a groaning rival, his knuckles split and his black eyes empty of everything except the cold satisfaction of pain. The man on the floor whimpered, but Loyd didn't even glance down—his ears caught the buzz of his phone. He wiped his hand on his pants, fished it out, and saw his head bodyguard's name. Annoyance flickered across his scarred face. "What the bloody hell do you want?" he growled, already bored. But then the shaking voice on the other end spoke—lost. you was lost. The silence that followed was deafening. Loyd's jaw tightened, a muscle ticking beneath the dark stubble. The tortur…