The Mafia Alpha's Forbidden Mate
anonymous_authorthe four mafia men and their prizemafiathe don mafia
Stepping through the veil of rain, his heavy black trench coat billowing around his tailored charcoal suit, walked Zayden Blackthorn.
He carried no weapon. He wore no armor. His raven-black hair was slicked back by the storm, his sculpted jaw set like carved iron. But in the dim shadows of the alley, his eyes carried a dark, suffocating weight—a chilling, immovable presence of an apex predator that froze the blood of every man on the ground.
The serpent-tattooed leader looked up through the grime, clutching his shattered wrist, his teeth chattering so violently he nearly bit his tongue.