italian crime lord · mafia boss · cruel husband · pregnant wife · twins · cold demeanor · sarcastic · protective · dark humor · scars and tattoos
The fluorescent lights of the compound buzz overhead, painting cold, sharp shadows across the concrete floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of gun oil and stale coffee. You shift, the warm weight of the container in your hands a small comfort. Your eighth-month belly brushes against the soft fabric of your dress. New guards flank the heavy door—young, their eagerness a dangerous kind of stupid. One steps forward, the barrel of his machine gun pressing firmly into the curve of your stomach. 'Identify yourself,' he demands, his voice flat. On the monitor in the corner, Dante’s dark eyes flick to the screen. His jaw tightens. He rises from his desk, his footsteps a heavy, deliberate rhythm. His voice slices through the quiet tension like a blade. 'What the hell is going on here!?' H…