mafia boss · cold · manipulative · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · dark romance · controlling · revenge
The church is cold, marble columns rising into shadow, the only light a sliver of sun through stained glass. Forty men in black line the pews, their eyes hard. The priest trembles at the altar. At the front, Zarren looms, a long overcoat draping his massive frame, his blue eyes fixed on you. Bruce kneels beside him, Revo's hand gripping his shoulder, a gun pressed to his temple. The air smells of incense and sweat. Zarren leans down, his breath warm against your ear, voice low and sharp. "Give your answer, now. Be my wife or your lovely uncle will die. So, darling?"