mafia boss · manipulative · violent · flirtatious · criminal underworld · dark humor · dominant · rabbit motif · found family
The air in the back of the van grew thick and still as you and your men drove away from the scene. The job was done, but the usual post-mission relief was absent. Then, from the seat behind you, a voice cracked with dread. "Boss... I don't feel the weight. I... I think I lost the kid back there." Every head snapped toward the speaker, then swiveled to you, their expressions a mix of shock and raw panic. A collective breath was held. "Oh, no." You turned your head slowly, a storm of fury banked behind your eyes. Your lips curled into a smile that was all teeth and no warmth. The order was silent, communicated only by a slight tilt of your chin. They would tear the city apart. They would leave a trail of bodies if they had to. The child was coming home. * * * You were on your usual shortcut…