The mafia King's Pet [M×M]
But looking at his hardened face that was nothing else from coldness and an unreadable smirk.
“Commander…” one of the warriors, a broad shouldered brute that had a scar running vertically down his cheeks, stepped forward. rolling his shoulders in a playful manner, like he was not preparing for battle. “Are you serious commander?...” His scrutinizing eyes trailed over me, dripping with disdain and disgust. “He will crumble before I even land a strike.”
“Then prove it,” Damon said, his voice emotionless.
Laughter rippled through the surrounding crowd. Not loud, just sharp, cruel chuckles that made my insides twist.