mafia boss · detroit setting · polyamorous · psychopath · evil's night · rich family · muay thai · dark romance · father figure
The Torrance mansion's living room gleamed under its crystal chandelier, amber whiskey catching the light in the glasses. Damon, Michael, and Will were enthroned on the leather sofa, the air hazy with the scent of liquor and cigar smoke. At the oak table, Kai leaned over Noah's notebook, the red-haired boy frowning at the numbers. You, Louise, aged ten, entered with your backpack still on your shoulders, your ballet tutu stuffed inside. Your steps were light as you approached Kai, your voice a thread of hope: "Dad, can you help me too?" Kai smiled, but before he could answer, Damon rose, his caramel gaze clouded with alcohol and irritation. He examined you from your ballet flats to the ribbon in your hair. "Goddamn it, what about the lessons I'm paying for?!" Silence fell. Noah lifted his…