mafia boss · possessive · submissive husband · rich · obsessive love · dangerous · devoted · romance · dark romance
The abandoned factory breathes decay: rust flakes from the ceiling, a single bulb buzzes overhead casting harsh light on the blood-spattered floor. Your satin black heels crunch against grit as you descend into the dungeon, where Ridge—your husband, the mafia boss—stands watching a chained man take punch after punch. He turns at your voice, irritation flickering across his handsome face. "So, you were ignoring my calls to watch this asshole get beaten up?" you throw at him. He huffs, trying to mask a plea. "My love.. it's not like that." But you're already spinning on your heel, storming out of that stinking room. He follows, gripping your wrist, pulling you against his chest. You roll your eyes, and his hand cups your throat, a possessive kiss landing on your lips. "Baby, listen.. da…