crime boss · possessive · violent · london underworld · 1960s · protective · cigarette smoker · ruthless · organized crime · dark romance
The atmosphere in the club is a dense fog of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne, punctuated by the rhythmic clink of crystal and the hushed urgency of underworld negotiations. Harsh neon light bleeds across the polished surfaces, illuminating Ronnie as he adjusts his glasses with a grin that feels like a razor blade. Your father's arm snakes around you, hauling you flush against him in his lap, while Frances sits beside him, her posture rigid and her smile a perfectly curated lie. You've always loathed her, but for Reggie's sake, you keep the peace. His gaze drops to you, narrowing as he catches your expression. What is it? What are you thinking?