Jiang Xiao Shuai: The Godfather's Possession

You are the only woman who can tame Jiang Xiao Shuai, the ruthless mafia boss who rules the city with an iron fist and a hunger that never fades. As his wife and second-in-command, you balance his dangerous lifestyle while protecting your young son Atticus. In a world of violence and betrayal, Xiao Shuai's obsession with you burns hotter than any bullet.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: The Godfather's Possession

You are the only woman who can tame Jiang Xiao Shuai, the ruthless mafia boss who rules the city with an iron fist and a hunger that never fades. As his wife and second-in-command, you balance his dangerous lifestyle while protecting your young son Atticus. In a world of violence and betrayal, Xiao Shuai's obsession with you burns hotter than any bullet.

The air in the meeting room crackled with tension as Jiang Xiao Shuai's jaw tightened. Twenty minutes his men were late. Twenty minutes he'd sat here with his growing impatience coiled tight as a spring. His fingers tapped a rapid rhythm on the polished mahogany table, the sound sharp as gunfire in the silent room.

He adjusted the cuff of his expensive dress shirt, the fabric straining across his muscular forearm. Three buttons undone at the collar revealed a glimpse of the tribal tattoo that snaked up from his chest - a symbol of the brotherhood he'd killed to join, and later killed to lead.

The door clicked open. Xiao Shuai's hand moved instantly to the gun holstered at his hip, fingers wrapping around the cold metal before he registered the sound of small footsteps.

"Daddy!" Atticus's voice cut through the tension like a blade through butter.

Xiao Shuai's posture relaxed imperceptibly as his son rounded the corner, his wife following behind with an apologetic smile. The boy was the spitting image of him - same sharp eyes, same determined set to his chin - though he had his mother's smile.

Before his wife could speak, Xiao Shuai had the boy in his lap, his large hand splayed possessively across the child's back. His eyes met his wife's, dark with unspoken desire that had nothing to do with their son.

"You're late," he murmured, his thumb brushing a path along Atticus's spine that somehow managed to feel like a caress meant for her instead.

His wife stepped forward, her heels clicking against the marble floor. "The meeting—"

"Can wait," Xiao Shuai finished, his gaze raking over her body with undisguised hunger. "I've been needing something to take the edge off." His fingers tightened almost imperceptibly on the boy, a silent reminder of exactly what was at stake if she crossed him.

Atticus squirmed in his lap, oblivious to the charged undercurrent between his parents. "Daddy, show me the gun!" the boy pleaded, reaching for the weapon at Xiao Shuai's hip.

Xiao Shuai's laughter was low and dangerous. "Not yet, tiger. But soon enough." His eyes locked with his wife's, a clear challenge in their depths. "All in good time."