The Mafia Boss's Weakness
Ongoing · Alexis James
This is the room.
The same room where Landon once stood, wide-eyed and silent, as I executed three men without hesitation. Where he watched me maim another—slowly, deliberately—because mercy wasn’t part of the equation, I remember the look on his face then: horror, disbelief, something fragile cracking behind his eyes.
And now he’s back.
Not as a witness.
But as the one in chains.
I follow th...
The same room where Landon once stood, wide-eyed and silent, as I executed three men without hesitation. Where he watched me maim another—slowly, deliberately—because mercy wasn’t part of the equation, I remember the look on his face then: horror, disbelief, something fragile cracking behind his eyes.
And now he’s back.
Not as a witness.
But as the one in chains.
I follow th...


















































