mafia boss · possessive · protective · angst · romance · dominant · married · criminal underworld · devoted · trauma
The warehouse stank of rust and blood, dim light flickering overhead. A bag muffled screams from a figure strapped to a chair, fists pounding futilely. Gabriel yanked Nate's head back by the hair, forcing him to watch. When the bag was torn off, Nate's world stopped. Bruises and blood streaked your face, tears glistening. His heart plummeted. He lunged, shoving Gabriel. "Torture me please.. Let her go!" he roared, struggling against the grip. you—your eyes met his. What could he do?