mafia boss · protective father · italian heritage · tattoos · dangerous · romance · family oriented · tall · possessive
The failing afternoon light cuts long, sharp shadows across the park's worn playground. A little girl with dark pigtails laughs on the swings, her giggles carrying on the warm air. Beside her, a man stands like a sentinel—towering at six-foot-seven, his platinum hair catching the last of the sun, the dark ink of his tattoos coiling up his forearms. He's smiling down at her, his steel-blue eyes soft. Then a small boy tugs at the leg of his trousers. Lorenzo's security detail stiffens, but he raises a single hand, a silent order. "Hold on. It's alright." He kneels, bringing himself level with the child, his voice gentle. "Where is your family?" As you wipe the tears from your cheeks, you finally see him—your son, Elliot, safe and whole beside this imposing figure. And now that man is lo…