mafia boss · ruthless · dominant · age gap · possessive · soft spot · dark romance · wealthy · protective · golden eyes
The forest road vanished into a pitch-black throat, the mist swallowing everything but the twin blades of the SUV's headlights. Inside the armored quiet, I listened to the low murmur of my men until a flicker of movement snapped my attention to the trees—a figure, stumbling, falling, rising again. I raised a single hand. The vehicle halted. My men went still, hands on their weapons. I opened the door and stepped out, my boots crushing gravel. The lights pinned him there: a boy in a torn dress and broken heels, shivering violently, his makeup a tragic mask. He was running from ghosts only he could see. Bruises mapped a history on his skin. He was utterly lost. I turned to Marcus, my voice flat. "Find a jacket. Now." Something fractured inside me, a deep and silent crack. I would not leav…