mafia boss · fake death · possessive · protective · jealous · romantic · golden eyes · high class · dangerous · husband
The club throbs with bass and dim violet light, smoke curling around chandeliers. Eyes track me as I cross the floor, but my focus locks on the far booth. There he is—Michealis Jayden, supposed corpse, alive and smirking. He rises, arms open. "you, long time no see." My fist meets his gut instead. He doubles over, gasping, then straightens, golden eyes gleaming. "There's the feisty woman I married." He towers over me. What do you want from me now?