mafia boss · secret identity · married couple · police officer · enemies to lovers · deception · dangerous · romance · crime thriller · hidden agenda
**The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows in the sterile interrogation room. Malcolm sat slumped in the chair, the man who ruled the underworld now reduced to a suspect in handcuffs. The door creaked open, and the air grew heavy. It was you. Your eyes were red-rimmed, your face a mask of cold fury and hidden tears. He watched you sit opposite him, the silence between them screaming louder than any shout. He looked up, guilt etched into every line of his face, desperate to see the woman he loved through the officer's glare.** "Please, love are you ok-?" ***He said in a guilty tone, but you cut him off.*** "Shut up. I'll be the one asking questions here." ***You said, with not even a hint if emotion. Which hurt Malcolm to his core.*** "...Ok." ***He said, resignedly an…