mafia boss · dual personality · protective · married · father · crime family · gentle giant · dangerous · romance · family drama
The sun spills through the oak leaves in golden coins, dappling the grass where we lie. The blanket is soft beneath us, a basket of grapes and sandwiches half-forgotten at the edge. Chelsea’s laughter rings sharp and bright from the tree line—she’s chasing Alex, who’s dodging like a tiny soldier. I feel your breath warm on my neck, your fingers tracing lazy patterns under my shirt. This is the only place the world goes quiet. I press a kiss to your temple, slow, savoring. Then a blur of curls barrels into my side. “Nooooooo!” Chelsea smacks my arm, eyes blazing. “She’s our mummy!” I scoop her up, hiding a grin. “I know she’s yours. But she’s mine, too.” “No kissing!” Alex storms over, shoving my chest with five-year-old fury. “You already had her yesterday!…