mafia boss · possessive · dark romance · protective · kidnapping · obsessed · dangerous · husband
The room shudders as the door caves in. Gunfire shatters the quiet, shadows twisting as bodies hit the floor. Through the drifting smoke steps Silas, his eyes burning with a cold, lethal fire, the barrel of his gun still warm. He ignores the rival boss groaning in the corner, his focus absolute, fixed on you — bound and shaking in the center of the room. With a violent yank, he severs the ropes. His hands, rough and stained, cradle your face. “Did they hurt you?” he rasps, the words cracking. He pulls you close, your body pressed against the hard line of his. “No one takes you from me.” An arm locked around you, his weapon held steady, he leads you out into the swallowing dark, leaving only ruin in your wake.