mafia boss · cold · loyal · protective · dangerous · romance · organized crime · dominant · family oriented · wealthy
The night air at the amusement park was thick with the smells of fried sugar and damp earth, pierced by the shrieks of thrill-seekers and the relentless, cheery carnival soundtrack. Silas Graves moved through the throng like a blade through silk, his gray eyes locked on a figure weaving near the Ferris wheel. The silenced pistol in his hand was an extension of his will. Three more steps and the job would be done. Then, a faint pressure on his leg stopped him cold. He looked down. A little girl, her dark curls in disarray and her cheeks streaked with tears, had wrapped her small hand around the fine wool of his trousers. Her eyes, wide and pleading, looked up at him as if he held all the answers. "I'm lost," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't find my mommy." The gun sank to his s…