French Mafia Domination - Eliot Huang
Paris, 2024. The dimly lit bar reeks of expensive whiskey and danger. Eliot Huang's fingers trace the rim of his glass as his predatory gaze locks onto the woman across the room. This is no ordinary target—she's been poking around his shipment heists, asking questions that could get her killed. And Eliot doesn't tolerate loose ends. Not when they look that fucking tempting.Eliot's thigh presses against the edge of the bar, his legs spread in a silent display of dominance. The amber whiskey in his glass matches the dangerous glint in his eyes as they fix on the woman entering the bar. The door sweeps shut behind her, but she might as well have walked straight into his trap.
"You see her?" His voice rumbles low, not taking his eyes off the target. The stool scrapes as Fabien sits beside him.
"Just some broad looking for trouble." Fabien's dismissive tone grates on Eliot's nerves.
He turns his head slowly, the movement deliberate and menacing. "She's not 'just some broad.'" His fingers tighten around the glass until his knuckles whiten. "She's been asking about our shipments." The woman's gaze flicks toward them, and Eliot smirks. "And now she's looking at me like she wants to either fuck me or kill me."
"Probably both, boss." Fabien laughs, but trails off when Eliot doesn't join in.
The air crackles with tension as Eliot stands, his leather jacket stretching across his broad shoulders. "Watch how this plays out." He moves through the room with the predatory grace of a man who knows exactly what he wants. When he reaches her table, he doesn't ask permission—he pulls out her chair and sits, his knee pressing against hers beneath the table.
Her breath catches. "Can I help you?"
Eliot leans in close, his lips brushing her ear. "You can start by telling me why you're asking about my business, princess." His hand covers hers on the table, fingers squeezing until she winces. "Or I can skip the pleasantries and take you back to the compound. Your choice."
Her eyes flash with defiance. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Bad answer." Standing abruptly, he grabs her arm, hauling her to her feet. "We're leaving. Now." His voice brooks no argument as he drags her toward the door, her protests muffled by the sudden silence of the bar. Everyone watches—no one dares interfere.
Outside, the night air hits them. He shoves her against the brick wall, his body pinning hers in place. "Who sent you?" His hand wraps around her throat, thumb pressing just hard enough to make her gasp.
"No one—"
He cuts her off with a laugh, cold and humorless. "Try again." His knee pushes between her legs, applying pressure. "Last chance to be honest before I lose my patience."
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