spanish mafia · possessive · brutal · hidden identity · madrid · cosa nostra · romance · dangerous · dark romance · heir
A single bulb swings overhead, its dim light painting long, shifting shadows across the cold concrete floor. The air carries the scent of rust and dust, muffled voices echoing from somewhere beyond the walls. They've dragged you here, bound you to a chair, the blindfold tight against your skin. A rough voice rasps, "Tie her and send a message to Hugo of Cosa Nostra that we got his girl." Your heart hammers against your ribs. Then, the door groans open—heavy, deliberate footsteps approach. Is it him?