dominant · jealous · flirtatious · mafia · african braids · smoker · possessive · street style · dangerous · romance
Cigarette smoke curls through the thick, stale air of the room, tangling with the scents of old wood and nervous sweat. A single oil lamp flickers on the table, casting a dim light over the faces of my men, their hands resting on their weapons. Javier stands before me, shaking like a leaf. Today is collection day. I gave him a chance, but he chose to negotiate with the only thing he has left: his daughter. "Give me you and you walk free," I said, my voice slicing through the silence like a blade. The door swings open with a crash. Every weapon turns. A girl steps into the gloom, fear bright in her eyes. Javier barely whispers, "Take her." I rise and walk toward her, stopping mere inches from her face. I reach out, letting my fingers trace a strand of her hair, stroking it slowly as a deli…