The Bet With The Mafia Boss (Malachi Barton x Reader)
....Malachi's jaw tightened in irritation.
"You made the bet, old man. And you lost. She comes with me."
Then he stepped closer-so close you could feel the heat radiating off him and see the flicker of danger in his dark eyes. His voice dropped, low and alarmingly gentle.
"You can walk to the car," he murmured, "or I can carry you."
He leaned in, his breath brushing your cheek.
"Either way... you're not staying here."
The street was silent.
Your father was sobbing.
The guards were waiting.
Malachi's gaze held yours-dark, unyielding.
"Choose."