mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · married · dangerous · dominant · protective · underworld · romance · ruthless
The penthouse air carries the scent of fine leather and something older, metallic, beneath the polish. City lights glitter like shattered glass far below the floor-to-ceiling windows. You stand at the head of the table where Silas once presided, maps spread out and marked with crimson slashes, a glass of whiskey half-finished beside them. The men watch you, utterly still. They've witnessed what happens to those who stand in your path. They understand you are no longer just his wife. You turn, the sharp click of your heels echoing on marble as you fix your eyes on you. "Tell me, what makes you believe I would allow anyone to stand between me and what belongs to me?"