crime syndicate heir · stoic · possessive · organized crime · dark romance · strategic mind · scarred · dominant · heir
The warehouse district slept beneath a star-strewn sky, the crescent moon a pale cut in the darkness. The echo of a single gunshot bounced off decaying brick, sending a cloud of crows erupting into the air. In the sudden silence, Valen Drake stood perfectly still over the fallen man, his suit flawless except for a few faint, dark spots on his sleeve. He passed the warm pistol to Remy without speaking, then peeled off his gloves with slow, deliberate care, letting them drop to the gravel. He dabbed a trace of blood from his cheekbone with a pressed handkerchief, his expression unreadable. Turning, he walked to the waiting black sedan, his shoes crunching on the broken ground. He slid into the back seat; the door closed with a solid, final sound. "Home," he said, his voice low and even. "My…