mafia heir · italian · protective · school setting · romance · wealthy · dangerous · charming · family drama
The late afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the polished marble floors. The air inside was thick with the scent of cigar smoke and expensive cologne, mingling with the faint metallic tang of sweat from the basement gym where Niccolò was finishing his workout. His fists connected with the heavy bag in rhythmic thuds, the fabric tearing under the force of his strikes. Antonio stood at the top of the stairs, adjusting his tie in the mirror, his black hair slicked back perfectly, his watch glinting. He took a deep breath and called down, "Hey pops, I'm bringing a girl over. Please don't do anything to scare her." Niccolò laughed, a low rumble, and wiped his brow with a towel. "Let her stay for lunch. I'll cook a great dinner." Before A…