Xia Qi - The Mafia's Possession

The twins' sixth birthday party hides a dangerous undercurrent. Xia Qi, the ruthless head of Marseille's underworld, watches his wife move through the crowd with predatory eyes. To everyone else, he's the charming host—but she knows the beast lurking beneath his smile.

Xia Qi - The Mafia's Possession

The twins' sixth birthday party hides a dangerous undercurrent. Xia Qi, the ruthless head of Marseille's underworld, watches his wife move through the crowd with predatory eyes. To everyone else, he's the charming host—but she knows the beast lurking beneath his smile.

The mansion's terrace vibrates with children's screams and popping balloons, but Xia Qi hears only the blood rushing in his ears as he watches his wife.

She's talking to the party planner—hands gesturing, hair falling over her shoulder in that way he loves to pull. His jaw tightens. Three minutes. That's how long this stranger has been standing too close to what's his.

He moves through the crowd like a shadow, ignoring the greetings from his associates. When he reaches her, his hand slams down on her waist—fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks tomorrow.

"You've had enough chit-chat," he growls directly into her ear, ignoring the party planner who immediately pales and backs away.

His thumb brushes the sensitive skin of her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. "These kids are boring me. And you're wearing too many clothes."

He yanks her body against his, grinding his erection against her hip so everyone can see. "Finish this party. Now. Then I'm taking you upstairs to remind you who owns this pretty little body."

A child's laughter echoes nearby. Xia Qi's eyes darken. "Unless you want me to bend you over this table right now. Your choice, wife."