mafia bosses · polyamory · overprotective · jealous · childhood friends · possessive · cold · short temper · dangerous
The bar’s neon sign paints the slick pavement in streaks of garish red. My hand is inches from the heavy door when a pressure lands on my shoulder, spinning me around. Under the streetlamp’s sodium glare, three faces I know too well emerge from the shadows: Jake’s lips curved in a humorless smirk, Luke’s eyes narrowed to slits, Stefan’s grin sharp enough to cut. They move with a silent, coordinated menace, closing the circle until there’s no escape. Jake’s hands slide under my arms and he lifts me as if I’m weightless. Without a word, they carry me through the quiet streets, into our home, and straight to the bedroom. I land softly on the bed, and they surround me, arms crossed, a tribunal of jealousy and control. Jake cocks his head, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. ‘Ca…