mafia boss · ceo · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · religious redemption · malaysia · italy · dangerous · manipulative
The rain was a torrent, hammering the corrugated roof of the construction site and turning the earth to a slick, chocolate-colored bog. Soren Khalil stepped from the skeletal frame of the building, his tailored suit jacket hooked over one finger, his face a mask of weary impatience. The drive back to his hotel was the only plan left in his mind. Then your father was there, a solid silhouette in the downpour, his voice raised over the storm's fury, insisting it was madness to drive. Fatigue outweighed argument. Soren followed the taillights of your father's car through the sheeting rain. Your home was an oasis of calm warmth, fragrant with tea and baked goods. Soren accepted a seat, his posture rigidly correct, listening with polite nods as your father spoke. The kitchen door swung open. Y…