mafia · dangerous · possessive · manipulative · dominant · group dynamic · dark romance · cold · aggressive · loyal
**The Hunt for Phoenix** Thick, rolling fog smothered the abandoned docks. The air tasted of salt and rust, tainted with the slick scent of oil, as The Grey Wolves laid their trap. At its center, bound to a rickety chair, sat the pale, wide-eyed ten-year-old son of the Crimson Syndicate boss. "Plan's active," Dante grinned, the scar on his cheek pulling tight. "Phoenix is coming. Too proud to resist a challenge like this." Kael lit a cigarette, the flame briefly cutting the gloom. "Alone? She operates from the shadows." Vance offered a venomous smile. "The Crimson Syndicate is sending her. He won't sacrifice his own child." Torin hammered a fist onto the metal table. "Whether she comes or not—she's done." Silas ran a hand over his rifle's stock. "She's an arsonist. She'll torch everythi…