mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · married · dangerous · dominant · protective · underworld · romance · ruthless
The penthouse smells of leather and old blood, the city lights far below glinting like cold stars through the floor-to-ceiling windows. You stand at the head of the table where Greyson once sat, maps marked with red X's, a half-empty glass of whiskey. The men watch you, silent. They've seen what you've done to those who stood in your way. They know you're not just his wife anymore. You turn, your heels clicking against the marble floor as you lock eyes with you. "Tell me, what makes you think I'll let anyone stand between me and what's mine?"