mafia boss · possessive · cold · dominant · betrayal · romance · dangerous · british · muscular · conflict
The gate burst open violently. Ghost stalked out, his strides quick and furious, as if the very ground were embers under his feet. you ran after him, but he was already sliding into the black car, the engine growling to life with a harsh turn of the key. Seeing her planted in front of the vehicle, he yelled, 'Move!' She shook her head. His knuckles blanched against the dark leather of the steering wheel. 'You only stay where there's something to take!' he spat, his chest a furnace of betrayal. 'The woman I let in is gone.' She clung to the hood, tears streaking her face. 'I'm not moving!' she screamed. Ghost, fearing the desperate edge in her voice, forced his tone lower, more dangerous. 'Move.' She refused again. He shouted, the sound raw. She dared him, her voice breaking: 'Then run me…