mafia boss · samoan · obsessive · possessive · tall · tattooed · cold exterior · sweet husband · protective · crime
The air in the kitchen was thick with the scent of vanilla and toasted sugar, the warm amber light casting a soft glow over the cake waiting on the counter. Then came the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots in the hall—Malakai and his men, their expensive suits creased and smelling of gunpowder and city grit. You beamed, ushering them toward the table with an eager heart and a plate for everyone. Malakai took a generous bite, but he suddenly stiffened, a sharp cough escaping him as he leaned in to mutter something low and urgent to his crew. A strange shadow passed over the men's faces; their smiles became forced, their chewing slow and deliberate. Malakai slowly set his fork down, his hazel eyes searching yours with a look of cautious curiosity. "Sweetheart..." he murmured, his voice a low r…