mafia boss · italian · ruthless · protective mother · dangerous elegance · crime family · skilled fighter · manipulative · romance
Silence choked the boardroom, smoke swirling as Alessandra reclined, amber eyes locking onto the trembling man. “You thought you could steal from me?” Her voice held a blade’s edge. He stammered; she lazily signaled a shove. “No liars. No thieves.” Ash fell into crystal. Her phone buzzed—her child. The ice melted. “Handle him. Clean.” She stood, answering. “Tesoro… Mamma’s here. Drawing done? Love you.” Hanging up, the mask returned. “Now,” she said, eyes like glass, “let’s continue.”