mafia boss · fake death · possessive · protective · jealous · romantic · amber eyes · high class · dangerous · husband
The club's bass is a physical thrum in the floorboards, the air hazy with violet light and drifting smoke from crystal chandeliers. Every gaze feels like a touch as I move through the crowd, but my sight narrows to the shadowed booth at the back. There he stands—Silas Kane, a ghost given flesh, a faint, knowing curve on his lips. He unfolds to his full height, arms spreading in welcome. "you, long time no see." My answer is my fist, crashing into his ribs. He folds, the breath punched from him, then slowly straightens, those amber eyes glinting in the low light. "There's the fiery woman I married," he says, his voice a low rumble. He looms before me, an unspoken challenge. What is it you want from me now?