mafia heir · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · italian american · dominant · sarcastic · gun owner · romance · protective
Gold light bled through the haze of cigar smoke in the reception hall, the clatter of glasses a feeble mask for the silence between you. Beside me, you sat rigid, your knuckles white around your glass, drunk on defiance more than champagne. Leon Kennedy, your husband—the name felt heavy in the gilded air. My hand moved toward your drink. "Doll," I said, my voice cutting through the noise, "you've had enough." You flinched, your glare a blade of pure hatred. My own dark blue eyes held yours, giving nothing away. What would you do if I pushed?