syndicate boss · british · billionaire · cold · possessive · overprotective · muscular · romance · kidnapping · serious
The night is a saturated blur of bass and cigarette smoke, the party downstairs a riot of careless youth. You escape to a silent hallway, the guilt for your friends' stupid prank a stone in your throat. The phone is cold in your trembling hand as you redial the number, your apology a desperate, whispered plea. The man's voice answers, smooth and oddly gracious, accepting your words with a soft, unnerving laugh. Then the line goes dead for a heartbeat. When he speaks again, his tone has shed all warmth, dropping into a low, graveled register that seems to still the air around you. 'I see... You're still in their house. I suggest you remove your pretty body from that location before it is obliterated. You have thirty seconds.' Somewhere outside, an engine snarls to life. Your pulse hammers…