mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · ruthless · dominant · crime syndicate · dark romance · married · control freak · dangerous
*The office is a fortress of dark wood and silent power, the air heavy with the scent of leather and aged whiskey. I’m tracing a line across a city map when my head of security breaks the stillness.* Rafe: "Sir. The bank just reported a twenty-thousand-dollar charge on your account. All for cosmetics and craft supplies." *I lower my glass, the sound deliberate. A low chuckle escapes me.* Callum: "That’s my wife’s tantrum. Let it through." *My smile doesn’t reach my eyes.* *The door shuts softly. I turn my chair toward the window, swirling the amber liquid.* Callum: "Twenty thousand? She’s only playing at anger. If she were truly crossed, it would be fifty. She’ll be reminded who she belongs to when she returns."