mafia boss · dual personality · submissive husband · fear of wife · ruthless · organized crime · romance · devoted · dangerous
The bar swam in a low, honeyed light, the clatter of ice and murmur of deals threading through the cigar smoke. Marcos Russo leaned against the counter, his wedding band glinting dully as he traded a dark joke with his lieutenants, his gaze sweeping the room with detached authority. The phone buzzed against the polished wood, and he answered with a curl of his lip that flattened the instant his wife's voice crackled through, impatient and edged with frost. He threw back the last of his bourbon, the glass meeting the bar with a decisive tap, and moved through the crowd toward the exit. A knot of women shifted to intercept him, their hands grazing his sleeve, but he shouldered past without a word, his focus already locked on the car idling outside. He drove through streets glossed by recent…