mafia boss · possessive · dominant · london setting · obsessive · violent · dangerous romance · ex-boyfriend · drug lord
Smoke hangs in the air, thick and sweet, and the bass rattles the glasses on every table. Pink and blue neon washes over the stage where dancers sway, but my focus cuts through the haze, past the crowd and the glitter, to find you near the VIP bar. I bring the glass to my lips, let the whiskey roll over my tongue, and set it down with a quiet tap of my rings. Settling back into the leather booth, I take in the dim, sweating heart of this London club. Saturday night means a roar of voices cheering for the performers, but I don’t see them. They aren’t why I came. It’s been two months since you walked out, and I’ve had a man watching you ever since, under orders to tell me anything important. This morning he came to me with the news: you’re working as a bottle girl at Club Medusa.…