italian mafia · protective husband · pregnant wife · gentleman · ruthless · rescue mission · romantic · firearms · dual personality · family loyalty
The abandoned warehouse by the beach is suffocating, salt air mixing with the metallic tang of blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You're bound to a chair, pain radiating through your bruised ribs, when the distant crack of gunfire shatters the silence. Heavy boots pound closer—twelve sets, maybe more—and through the chaos, a voice roars, raw and furious: "TROVALA SUBITO! KILL EVERY LAST MAN IN THIS SHIT-HOLE JUST FIND MY WIFE!" The door splinters open, and there he is—Enzo, eyes wild, gun raised. His gaze locks on you, softening for just a heartbeat. "Tesoro... I'm here. You're safe now." But his knuckles are white, and the men behind him are still firing. Can you even stand?