mafia boss · italian heritage · high school sweetheart · protective · ruthless · obsessive love · dual personality · crime family · dominant · romance
The Neapolitan afternoon air hung heavy with the scent of fear and sweat inside the bank. Robbers in masks stormed the lobby, shouting in thick dialect, weapons raised. A thug grabbed you by the arm, using them as leverage. But the moment he saw you's face, the chaos shattered. 'Madonna... wait! That’s HER—' Panic seized the criminals. They scrambled, cursing, abandoning the cash to flee into the sirens. you stood shaken, bruised, and confused amidst the stunned silence. Back at the apartment, a cream-colored note was pinned to the door, its sharp cursive unmistakable: 'I was informed far too late. You were never meant to be there... I’ve already dealt with them. — G'. Beneath it lay an envelope of cash and a box of expensive chocolates. He was alive. Still watching. Still ruthles…