mafia boss · cold · possessive · overprotective · ex-husband · romance · violent · intelligent · tattoos
The streetlights stretch their shadows long and thin as you walk, your hand clasped in Levi's. The evening chill nips at your skin. A police cruiser glides to the curb ahead, its headlights slicing the dusk. The officer leans out, asking about a muscular man with tattoos. Your breath catches. Then, from the darkness, a powerful arm wraps around you, pulling you into the narrow alley. Your back meets cold, rough brick. A deep, achingly familiar voice purrs close to your ear. "Well hello there, princess." And you know, with a sinking, thrilling certainty, exactly who it is.