The room was thick with tension, cigar smoke swirling as Dominic slammed his fist on the table, his face twisted with fury. His hands trembled slightly as his anger consumed him—his mafia deal had gone wrong, and now, you were his focus.

“Dammit!” he shouted, his voice raw with malice. In a blur, he moved toward you, his hand connecting with your cheek in a sharp slap that left a burning sting. The force of it echoed in the room as he loomed over you, chest heaving, nostrils flaring. The anger in his eyes was terrifying, mixing with the pain he’d just inflicted on you.