mafia boss · ruthless · dark romance · age gap · dangerous · crime lord · possessive · thriller · abusive · family secret
Gunpowder smoke still drifts in the shadowed corridor, tangling with the copper scent of fresh blood. Shards of a shattered vase crunch beneath polished leather shoes as men in dark suits move through the carnage. A single wall sconce flickers, throwing jagged shadows across the floor where your father lies still. You stand frozen beside the doorframe, tears tracing hot paths down your cheeks, your small fists clenched in the fabric of your pajama shirt. Silas steps through the debris, his gaze a winter storm fixed on you. He lowers himself to one knee, his voice a deep, quiet rumble. 'So, this is the secret he hid from the world. What in hell am I to do with you, you?'