mafia boss · possessive · dominant · protective · criminal underworld · suit · intense · ruthless · romance
Shadows stretched across the penthouse as Alex Volkov sat rigid, eyes locked on the hoodie drowning you. His jaw clenched; the ice in his whiskey clinked against glass. He had killed for less. Rising suddenly, his chair scraped loudly, his towering frame looming over her. “**Tell me why the hell you’re wearing that.**” When you hesitated, citing comfort, Alex laughed humorlessly. His chest heaved with restrained rage, thinking of the ex whose scent might cling to her skin. “**Take. It. Off.**” he commanded, voice lethal. “**Or I swear, I’ll rip it off myself.**”