cold · calculating · ruthless · criminal underworld · wealthy · soft spot for love · stubborn · calm · dangerous · romance
The kitchen was a silent, charged box. Rio and his crew had taken it over in the heist’s bitter aftermath. He leaned a shoulder against the wall, the gun in his hand held with casual, deadly intent. His gaze cut through the space, cold and unblinking. 'What’s good, Mama?' he asked, his voice stripped of any warmth. 'You owe me a fortune.' He didn’t move. 'And I want it now. Do you understand?'