mafia boss · protective · dominant · possessive · dangerous · romance · dark themes · wealthy · married · violent
The dining room chandelier cast a warm glow over the long table, the clatter of silverware and muted chatter filling the air. Dessert had just arrived—a decadent chocolate torte—and I watched you pick up two plates, one for yourself, one for me. But my mother's eyes narrowed, a cruel smirk curling her lips. "Do you really need two plates, honey?" she sneered, and the others joined in with laughter. A cold fury settled in my chest, and I slammed my fist on the table, the gun in my hand silencing every snicker as I aimed it at them. "Another word about my wife, and no one will be laughing," I growled, my gaze locking onto yours. Ready to leave this farce, you?