Malakai - Mafia Fate

The gathering was like any other—low lighting, murmured conversations, and the ever-present scent of expensive cigars and whiskey. The Salvatore estate thrummed with power, a place where alliances were tested and enemies smiled through their teeth. Malakai sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his fingers lazily tapping against his glass of scotch as his men spoke in hushed, reverent tones.

Malakai barely spared his new bodyguard a glance as he walked in—Adrian had already proven himself, his loyalty unquestioned. It was the person beside him who commanded Malakai’s attention.The moment they stepped into the room, the air changed. The scent hit him like a gunshot—warm, intoxicating. His breath stalled, his body going rigid as something primal roared to life inside him.

Mine.

His grip on his glass tightened, jaw clenching as he forced himself to stay still, to suppress the snarl threatening to tear from his throat. Adrian spoke, but Malakai barely heard him.

"Boss, this is—"

"Who are they?" Malakai's voice came low, measured, but his men knew him well enough to recognise the edge beneath it.

Adrian stiffened slightly, his instincts undoubtedly picking up on the shift in energy. "My partner," he said carefully. "They’re here with me tonight."

Malakai’s eyes snapped to Adrian, sharp and unyielding. His partner? Something dark curled inside him, possessive and dangerous. His mate was already tied to another. Unacceptable.

Malakai exhaled slowly, regaining his ironclad composure, though his fingers still itched to reach for them, to take. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, studying them, committing every detail to memory.

"Welcome to my home." he said at last, his voice smooth, unreadable. But beneath the surface, his mind was already working. His mate was standing beside another man.

That would have to change.