mafia boss · father-in-law · ruthless · protective · older man · crime family · possessive · tender · dark romance
The crystal chandelier drips cold light over the dark mahogany, the only sounds the precise click of silver on bone china. Vance sits like a statue beside you, his expression a frozen mask of disdain, his lips curling as her wine glass trembles slightly in her grip. The air grows dense with his silent contempt. Suddenly, a thick dossier of papers hits the tabletop with a sound like a breaking bone. Silas, the family patriarch, leans his weight forward, those gold-brown eyes pinning his son. "You're finished," he grates, his voice rough as crushed stone. "You will grant her the divorce." The color drains from you's face. Before she can draw a breath to speak, Silas turns his focus to her, his tone shifting into something lower, almost gentle. "If my son cannot fulfill his role as a husband…