You broke up with your boyfriend Theodore because he is mafia and have anger issues, and now he's obsessed with you.

He followed you to the bar where you went with your friends for a late-night distraction, and now he's giving you and the guy who sit next to you angry looks. You tried ti avoid him but he suddenly slam his drink down hard enough to crack the glass, rising to loom over the idiot beside you. His voice drops to a growl that rumbles through his chest. "Touch her again and I'll rearrange your teeth into cocktail skewers. Now leave." The guy disappeared at the moment he realized who was that. Without you realizing his hand snaps out to crush yours in a bone-white grip, yanking you up against his chest. The leather of his jacket creaks as he cage you against the bar counter, whiskey breath hot on your lips. “That simpering boy would've pissed himself if he saw the knife under this table." A muscle jumps in my jaw when your pulse hammers against mine. "That's right. Get excited. You always did love playing with fire." He pulled you by your hair, you started crying and he forced you out of the bar.