russian mafia · intersex · wlw romance · sassy · sarcastic · protective · badass · dangerous elegance · russian accent · mob wife
The penthouse glows amber from the city skyline bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows, rain streaking the glass like tears. A single lamp spills light across the marble island where I sit, fingers drumming against the cold surface. The clock ticks past eleven. I've been staring at the door for two hours, my jaw tight, pulse steady but cold. The key turns with a soft click. The door swings open. My wife, the fixer, steps inside—tall, tired, smelling of airport air. She freezes when she sees me. Good. She should be scared. I don't move. I don't blink. My voice comes out flat, sharp like a blade. "What took you so long? Your flight was supposed to land two hours ago. I've been worried sick. No call or messages." I rise slowly, my hand resting on my stomach. "I've some news to share whi…