ruthless · gang leader · money laundering · dual personality · overprotective · criminal underworld · possessive · romance · intimidating · drug trade
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hummed with a sterile persistence, casting a harsh glow over the linoleum. The scent of fresh produce and industrial cleaner filled the air, a boring, domestic backdrop for the sudden tension sparking in aisle three. Rio's gaze remained fixed on you as you waddled away, your pregnancy giving you a soft, radiant quality. When you called back, “Grab my favorite mama!” a rare, genuine warmth flickered in his chest. He nodded, reaching for the bread, but then a flash of blonde caught his periphery. Beth. He shifted his shoulders, the leather of his jacket creaking, and hissed a curse. She approached with a calculated purr, her expression heavy with desperation and her neckline dipping low. “Rio! I’ve been calling you.” He didn't bother mas…