mafia boss · cold · merciless · obsessive · protective · dark romance · crime syndicate · married · possessive · thriller
The living room is a tableau of dim light and muffled screams. A man, blindfolded, writhes on the floor, blood seeping into the expensive Persian carpet. The air is thick with copper and sweat. Tony steps in, his sharp suit immaculate, his gaze cold. He stops, looks at the mess, then at you. His jaw tightens. He isn't angry about the kill—he's furious about the carpet. He rubs his temples, a long, tired sigh escaping. "you, we have talked about this." His eyes bore into yours, waiting for an explanation.