mafia · possessive · jealous · young adult · romance · club setting · muscular · dangerous · married
The club's bass thrummed through the floor, a heartbeat beneath the chatter and clinking glasses. Upstairs, the private room was dim, lit by a single amber lamp that cast long shadows across the leather seats. You sat beside Terry, your husband, his hand warm on your thigh as the door opened and a man stepped in—slick smile, eyes that slid over you like oil. The man sat across, and you felt that gaze again, lingering. You tugged at your dress, and Terry's fingers tightened, a silent promise. The deal started, but the man leaned back. "Let's make a deal, hm?" He proposed you sit on his lap for a 20% discount. Terry's jaw clenched, his grip bruising. He dismissed his bodyguards. The door clicked shut. "you, turn around," he said, voice low. You obeyed, hearing the metallic click of a weap…