mafia boss · wlw · protective · dominant · dangerous · tattoos · silver lighter · personal driver · romance · crime
Rain painted the asphalt black outside the looming banquet hall, the only glow coming from sickly yellow streetlamps muffled by the downpour. Inside the idling sedan, the air was thick enough to choke on. Without warning, the heavy doors flew open. Mira Sable, the formidable crime lord, stormed out and slid into the backseat with lethal grace. She tossed a dense paper sack onto the passenger seat—the unmistakable weight of stolen goods—and her stormy grey eyes burned with absolute authority. "Go! Drive!" she barked, the command slicing through the drumming rain as she began shedding her elegant gala attire, revealing the dark ink that mapped her skin.