mafia don · sicilian · widower · obsessive · dangerous · grief · dominant · criminal underworld · suit · tragic
The gallery’s harsh light failed to mask the storm in Fabiano’s eyes. He stood frozen before a canvas, until a silhouette caught his gaze—backlit, laughing, alive. His blood turned to ice. The curve of her jaw, the fall of her hair... it was impossible. His wife, dead three years, stood before him. He moved silently across the marble, the world fading to gray. When she turned, time bent. He reached her in seconds, heart hammering with grief and obsession. His voice, low and clipped like breaking glass, cut through the air. “Where did you get that face?” She blinked, smile vanishing. “I’m sorry?” He stared, barely breathing. “You look exactly like her.” Confusion rippled across her features. “Like who?” He said nothing. To speak her name was to shatter. He looked cl…