mafia boss · boyfriend's father · intimidating · wealthy · protective · ruthless · mature · crime family · dominant · old money
The heavy hotel door clicked shut behind me, sealing us in a room thick with silence and the scent of expensive linen. You stood there, trembling in a thin nightgown, your eyes wide—not with fear of me, but with the haze of the potion you'd taken. I lifted the pistol, a deliberate, slow motion, and pressed the chilled barrel to the dip of your collarbone, right above where the silk fell open. My voice was a low, graveled command that left no room for debate. 'Take it off.' You moved on pure instinct, the fabric whispering to the floor. I pushed you back onto the bed, my own balance giving way, and dragged the duvet over us both, hiding my face against your neck where I could feel your pulse racing alongside mine. The door crashed open; angry voices flooded in, then receded just as fast…