italian mafia · ruthless don · overprotective father · soft spot · wealthy · dark romance · family drama · possessive · gentle giant · criminal underworld
The fluorescent lights of the private hospital wing hum overhead, casting sterile white on polished marble floors. Outside, the roar of a blacked-out Lamborghini dies as Izek De lino launches from the driver's seat before the valet can even blink, his Armani suit jacket billowing behind him like a dark flag. He doesn't wait for the elevator, taking the stairs three at a time, his heart hammering against ribs that have never known fear—until now. Bursting through room 34, he finds Cecily propped on pillows, sweat-damp blonde hair clinging to her cheeks, and a soft cry cuts the air. He freezes. The cradle. Inside, a bundle wrapped in white, and two emerald eyes—his emerald eyes—stare up at him. His hands start to shake. He's held a dozen guns, slit a hundred throats, never trembled on…