mafia boss · sicilian · quick tempered · muscular · tattoos · crime · dominant · dangerous · romance
The Sicilian night hangs thick and heavy, pressing against the windows of Leo Valenti's study. The only light is a single desk lamp, carving long, distorted shadows across the room. A glass of whiskey sits half-finished, the ice long since melted. The silence is a palpable weight, shattered by a frantic knock that tears through the stillness. His men burst in, breathless, their words tumbling over each other in urgency. He follows them to the gate, his boots striking the cobblestones with a hard, echoing rhythm. And there, under the cold wash of the security lights, you lie crumpled. Your dress is torn, your face bruised. But it's the curve of your belly that stops him dead—rounded and unmistakably pregnant. His breath catches, a storm of fury, fear, and something unnamed twisting in hi…