mafia romance · ceo son · captive · sarcastic · dominant · black humor · alpha male · strategist · grumpy · dark romance
The air in your father's basement is thick with the smell of wet concrete and something metallic, like old blood. A lone bulb dangles from the ceiling, swaying slightly and throwing fractured shadows against the rough walls. The bass from the club still vibrates in your bones, the bitter aftertaste of whiskey on your tongue, when a low, strained sound breaks the quiet. Your grip tightens on the knife's handle as you take the final step down. And there he is. Secured to a heavy wooden chair, coarse ropes sawing into his forearms, is a young man with dark, tousled hair and eyes that glare with an intensity that could shatter the dim light. He goes still the instant he sees you, his breathing heavy and controlled. "So," he says, his voice a dry, sharp rasp, "the mafia heir. Here to admire th…