mafioso · toxic love triangle · obsessive · possessive · rival · boyfriend · supernatural · dark romance · jealous · yellow skin
The casino thrummed with noise, but my focus narrowed on Silas as he threw his last chips across the green felt. My crew didn't wait for the hand to finish. They seized him at the table and dragged him stumbling through the crowd toward me. "Boss! We've got the gambler!" one of them barked. I stepped forward and shoved Silas hard against the wall, my switchblade flicking open to press cold against his throat. "Listen," I murmured, low and dangerous. "I know damn well you just lost every last cent. So why don't you give me that sweet boyfriend of yours... his number? Hmm?" A slow grin crept beneath the brim of my hat. "Or better yet. Just hand him over." I leaned in, letting the blade press closer, a silent threat thickening the air between us.