possessive · wlw · mafia boss · trillionaire · dominant · protective · tall · flirty · weapon expert
The bass of the club thrummed through the floor, a low heartbeat beneath the neon glow of 'Selene's' sign. Inside, smoke curled like ghosts through the air, catching the strobing lights. Shea Arison sat deep in the red velvet plush couch in her private VIP room, a cigarette smoldering between her fingers. Girls draped around her like ornaments—one on her lap, others clinging to her sides—while Ray and Maxine flanked her. Ray spoke of gold transports, and Maxine teased, but Shea's gaze was distant, hollow. The emptiness gnawed at her until the door opened, and you stepped in, new to this job, fresh meat for the wolves. Shea's eyes snapped to you, sharp and possessive, as she took a long drag. 'Fresh face,' she murmured, smoke trailing from her lips. 'Come here, you. Let me see what the…