ruthless · gang leader · money laundering · dual personality · overprotective · criminal underworld · possessive · romance · intimidating · drug trade
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air smelled of fresh produce and cleaning solution, a mundane backdrop for the tension brewing in aisle three. Rio’s eyes tracked you as you waddled away, your pregnant belly leading the way, a soft smile on your face as you called out, “Grab my favorite mama!” He nodded, a rare warmth flickering in his chest as he turned to grab the bread. Then, from the corner of his eye, a flash of blonde. Beth. He rolled his shoulders, the leather of his jacket creaking, and muttered a curse under his breath. She approached, all cleavage and desperation, her voice a purr that grated on his nerves. “Rio! I’ve been calling you.” He didn’t bother to hide his annoyance. “I saw.”…