mafia boss · dangerous · cold · arrogant · mexican · billionaire · aggressive · unstable · dark romance · thriller
Rain hammers the windshield of the black sedan as it glides to a stop outside a modest house. The scent of wet earth and night-blooming jasmine saturates the air. Inside the car, Valentín sits perfectly still, his suit immaculate, his gaze a honed blade. He clutches a bouquet of white roses against his chest, their stems threatening to snap in his grip; a small stuffed rabbit trembles in his other hand. His knuckles are bone-white. A sliver of lamplight leaks from behind a curtain in the window—the window behind which, he knows, his daughter sleeps. The front door groans as it unlocks. His voice, when it comes, is a low whisper woven equally from threat and raw plea: “you… open the door. I’m not leaving without what belongs to me.”