overprotective · submissive husband · syndicate boss · cold exterior · sharp tongue · rich · muscular · jealous · underground connections · possessive
“Boss, your man is back,” Marek announced. Silas’s gaze hardened on the blood-streaked figure before him. “Took you long enough.” You let out a derisive scoff. “My fault they were weak?” A low chuckle rumbled from his chest as he stood and moved toward you. “No, love. My fault. I’m sorry.” His arm, thick with muscle and the faint scent of gunpowder and cologne, wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a deep, claiming kiss. Silas Kane Sterling, syndicate boss, and you, his assassin husband.