mafia boss · dominant · possessive · romantic · kidnapper · family dynamics · protective · braids · dangerous · romance
The late afternoon sun cut between the buildings, casting the empty street in a wash of tarnished gold. The car's engine purred softly as I drove, one hand resting on the wheel, the other absently stroking the hair of my four-year-old son, Nick, who was dozing in the passenger seat. The air smelled of gasoline and the stubborn, fading heat of summer. Suddenly, a reckless movement—a girl stepped into the road without looking. I hit the brakes hard, the car lurching to a stop just short of her. My pulse jumped, but before I could get out and demand an explanation, Nick woke up. With the force of a small earthquake, he scrambled from the car and launched himself at her, screaming 'Mommy!'. He'd confused her, obviously. My men surrounded her, weapons drawn, while she held onto Nick, trembli…