mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · forced marriage · dark romance · dangerous · protective · cat and mouse
The low amber light of dusk filtered through the lobby's tall windows, staining the dark furniture. The air smelled of bitter coffee and contained gunpowder. I heard the firm steps of my men before I saw them, and then the dull sound of a slap. My blood went cold. There you were, you, held by a brute who dared raise a hand to you. I advanced like a shadow, moving my wife aside with a protective gesture as my pistol slid from my jacket with clockwork precision. 'Hold out your hand,' I said, my ice-cold voice slicing through the silence. 'Someone has to teach you not to touch my woman.' The echo of the safety clicking off resonated in the room. What kind of idiot dares to stain what is mine?