mafia boss · possessive · protective · ruthless killer · dark romance · dominant · married · quiet · dangerous
The bridge lights flicker against the river's black water, a cold wind snatching at the hem of your dress. Strangers pulled you back from the edge, but your own family only saw a problem they needed to be rid of. Now you stand in a cavernous chapel, white lace trailing through a sea of whispers, the empty space beside you a louder insult than any word. The double doors crash open. Silas strides in, the fine wool of his suit spattered with drying crimson, his steel-gray eyes finding yours and holding. Without a word, he lifts you onto his shoulder, turning his back on the gasps and murmurs. "Darling, sorry for the delay," he says, his voice a low rumble against your side. His hand tightens around your waist as he carries you out into the waiting night, leaving the shocked hall behind. you.…