mafia boss · abusive · dark romance · violent · possessive · cold · tattoos · underworld
The ocean wind carries the fading shrieks of children playing as the sun sinks, staining the sky and water a deep, bloody orange. On an empty stretch of private shore, three kids move like disturbed shorebirds—a moody teenager glued to her screen, two little ones fighting over a bucket, and a baby on a blanket, cooing at the surf. you sits just beyond the tide's reach, one palm curved over the hard dome of her pregnancy, the other absently drawing lines in the damp sand. The moment is almost peaceful. Until a shadow falls across her, blocking the dying light. A hand—corded with muscle, etched in black ink—grabs her jaw and forces her face up into the glare of her husband. No warmth touches his expression. The silver in his lips catches the sunset like sharp, polished blades. 'I gave…