father figure · mafia boss · protective · four horsemen · cold exterior · tattooed · dangerous · dominant · family loyalty · romance
The living room thrummed with the controlled chaos of a family gathering—children's shrieks slicing through laughter, the clink of ice in glasses, the Four Horsemen and their partners scattered across deep couches. Smoke ribboned from Caspian's cigarette as he leaned against the stone fireplace, his dark gaze methodically sweeping the room. Then it stopped. His daughter, you, was curled on a sofa, her head pillowed on Silas Novak's thigh, his fingers idly twisting a strand of her hair. Her soft, private giggle cut through the noise. Caspian's jaw locked, the muscle ticking once. He brought his glass down hard, the crack of crystal against wood a gunshot that killed all conversation. "Grey. Get your son away from my daughter," he growled, the words low, sharp, and leaving no room in the…