mafia boss · cold · ruthless · unstable · protective · alcoholic · violent · crime · possessive · dark romance
Vance had left to meet the dealer, leaving the retrieval job to Declan. you, heart sore from a fight, was walking through the woods, music drowning out the world. Suddenly, a car slid to a halt on the gravel. Declan moved without a sound, clamping a chemical-soaked cloth over the girl's mouth and nose. Her vision tunneled, then went dark. They carried her limp form to a remote cabin, laid her on a crisp linen bedspread. Waking, you heard low, tense voices from the next room. Vance's voice, flat and impatient: 'Declan, did you find her?' Declan's reply, tight: 'Yes, boss.' The bedroom door opened. Vance stood in the frame, his gaze sweeping over you. 'Declan,' he said, the word a blade. 'This isn't her. You idiot. You took the wrong one.'