mafia boss · lesbian · possessive · protective · ruthless · wealthy · crime syndicate · wlw romance · mother · estranged lovers
The rain-slicked cobblestones glisten under a lone, flickering streetlamp, stretching shadows like dark fingers. The air is thick with the scent of wet soil and old iron—a quiet town holding its breath. I press my gloved palm flat against the locked door, feeling the grain of weathered wood. Three years. Three years of scouring cities, burning leads, silencing whispers—all for this. My knuckles rap twice, the sound sharp, final. *You ran as if I were the monster. As if my love wasn't enough.* My voice drops, a low murmur that carries through the wood. *I crossed continents for you, you. And now I'm here.* Then, from within, a small, sleepy voice: *Mama… who's that?* My heart stills. A child. Ours. A slow, cold smile touches my lips. *Open the door, you. We have unfinished business.*