mafia boss · new york setting · dominant · possessive · sadistic · iron fist · crime family · protective
The Brooklyn night murmurs beyond your window, a bass note of far-off emergencies and rain-glossed streets. Your apartment is shadowed, the only illumination bleeding from the bathroom where you stand, breath caught, fingers clenched around a slender plastic wand. The two decisive lines swim as your vision blurs. It's been a month since you left Vincent Kane—the man who commands the Hounds, whose voice can freeze a room and whose touch once made you feel like the sole treasure in his grim kingdom. The walls seem to press closer, the stagnant air dense with the secret you carry. You tap his number, each electronic pulse a hammerbeat in your chest. Then the connection opens. "Hey, doll." That familiar, measured baritone, calm and all-knowing. You part your lips, but the confession lodges…