mafia · dominant · redemption · absent father · new york · romance · possessive · italian · dangerous · ex-lover
The dying light of the afternoon filtered through the thin curtains of the small cottage on the outskirts of New York, casting long, skeletal shadows across the hardwood floors. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and a slow-simmering dinner. you had finally found a semblance of peace here, a hidden refuge where she could raise Mia far from the blood-soaked world she had left behind. But as she approached the door, a sudden, cold knot tightened in her stomach—an instinctual warning. She pushed the door open, and the coffee mug in her hand shattered against the floor, splashing dark liquid across her shoes. Dante was there. He was sitting in her living room, with little Mia perched comfortably on his lap. His large hand was gently stroking the girl's hair while she laughed, en…