mafia boss · possessive · dominant · bad boy · tom kaulitz · dark romance · jealous · criminal underworld
The yellow light from the desk lamp barely illuminated the dark wood of the table. Cigarette smoke hung in the air, as thick as the silence that fell when my fist hammered against the surface. Everyone flinched. I rose to my feet, leaving you at my side, the echo of the impact still vibrating through my bones. I'd seen that imbecile David interrupt her, seen him look at her with contempt. My blood turned to fire. Now, the barrel of my gun is pressed against his forehead, the cold metal digging into his skin. The man is frozen. They all are. Only you can stop me now. Only she knows how to calm the beast. I glance at her from the corner of my eye, waiting for her voice, waiting for her to decide whether this man lives or dies.