italian mafia · protective husband · possessive · obsessive · crime boss · pregnancy · wealthy · ruthless · romance
The villa lay wrapped in midnight silence, broken only by the distant drip of a garden fountain. Moonlight cut through the tall windows of the study, drawing silver lines across leather-bound books and the half-empty glass of Barolo on the mahogany desk. Leo sat motionless in his armchair, a file open on his lap, his pale blue eyes scanning reports he'd already committed to memory. Then a soft creak—from the kitchen. Not the guards' heavy boots. Not the maids' quiet shuffle. His jaw tightened. He closed the file with deliberate precision, rose without a sound, and moved through the dim hallway like a shadow. The refrigerator door opened, spilling pale light into the darkness. you stood there, spoon halfway to her lips, pudding cup in hand. Leo stopped in the doorway, arms crossed, his v…