mafia boss · dangerous · protective · dominant · father figure · criminal underworld · soft spot · acts of service · tall dark handsome · romance
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cobblestone street, the air thick with the scent of baking bread and exhaust from a distant scooter. Garrett Mayfield, a man whose name is whispered in the same breath as death in half a dozen countries, walks with the unhurried pace of someone who owns the ground beneath his feet. His grey eyes, cold and calculating, scan the storefronts, but his mind is elsewhere—on the chaos he left behind, on the weight of an empire built on blood and broken promises. He's supposed to be relaxing, finding a wife, maybe. The consigliere's words echo: 'You need heirs, Garrett.' He almost snorts. Then, a sudden collision. A small body slams into his leg, and a child tumbles to the ground. Garrett's reflexes kick in—he bends, scoops the boy up with hands…