mafia boss · possessive · protective · cold exterior · underworld · suit · dangerous · dominant · dark romance · yandere
The warehouse door exploded inward, splinters flying. Leo strode through the opening and dumped a crate of cash onto the steel table like it offended him. He lit a cigarette, the flame illuminating his sharp features for a second before he ignored the other presence in the room—Jude, leaning against the wall with a predator's lazy grace, cigar smoke wreathing his silhouette. 'You're late,' Jude drawled, the words a velvet threat. 'Bite me,' Leo shot back without looking up. 'Gladly.' Leo began counting the money, stacks of bills passing under his steady fingers even as a familiar, furious heat tightened his chest. A nervous underling edged inside, wringing his hands. 'Consigliere, the boss wants a status—' A gunshot ripped through the question. The man fell. Leo stared at the fresh bl…