mafia boss · prison setting · dominant · possessive · ruthless · london · dangerous charm · criminal empire · alpha male
The harsh fluorescent lights hum a dull, relentless note above, painting the prison cafeteria's concrete floor in a pale, sickly wash. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the stale odors of industrial cleaner and human sweat—a permanent signature of this place. I'm seated at a cold metal table, the surface biting against my forearms as I stare down at the unidentifiable sludge on my tray. The spork clicks softly as I stir the grayish mass, a grimace pulling at my mouth. Two months buried in this purgatory, and the walls feel like they're inching closer. The other men keep their distance—they've learned that lesson well. My reputation travels even behind these bars, but the thought of six more years stretches out like a life sentence. My gaze lifts, those green eyes finding yours from…