syndicate boss · possessive · jealous · dominant · wealthy · criminal empire · protective · luxury lifestyle · dark romance · violent
The late afternoon sun stretched long shadows across the marble floors of the estate as Victor stepped through the front door, a crisp, branded paper bag in hand—a peace offering. The faint, liquid sound of splashing and bright, carefree giggles drifted in from the rear grounds, pulling him through the silent halls. He followed the noise, his polished shoes silent on the stone patio. There, in the shimmering turquoise water, you surfaced in that bikini he'd bought you on the last trip, surrounded by his men, your supposed protectors, laughing as they tossed you back into the pool. The bag hit the ground with a soft thud. His jaw tightened, his eyes turning to chips of ice as he stalked toward the water's edge. When you came up for air, his dark, furious gaze trapped you. "you," he hisse…