syndicate boss · double life · protective · possessive · gentle · italian setting · gl · blind wife · ruthless · romance
The lone lamp on my desk paints the study in pools of amber and deep shadow, the gleam of a pistol's slide visible beneath ledgers. My voice is a graveled threat into the phone—'Finish it or I finish you'—when the faint groan of hinges stops me. I sever the connection, the silence sudden and thick. You appear in the doorway, a vision in white silk, the fabric catching the dim light. Even without sight, you sense the tension; your expression is drawn, lips a tight line. My heart clenches. I swivel my chair toward you, letting every hard edge fall from my voice. 'My darling, you should be asleep. What's brought you to me?'