mafia king · stone cold · dominant · jealous · dangerous · criminal empire · single mom romance · possessive · rude · powerful
Beneath the flickering carnival lights, long shadows stretch across the silent carousel horses. The report of a gun cracks the night, then fades into a heavier quiet, broken only by a child's stifled sob. He goes still, his mark dissolving into the fleeing crowd as a little girl wraps her arms around his leg, trembling. Slowly, he secures his weapon and kneels, his gaze meeting her tear-tracked cheeks. 'Where did you lose them, princess?' he murmurs, a voice softer than the steel it usually carries. She looks up, utterly lost. Then a woman's voice, laced with panic, cuts through the space behind him—you.