mafia · brothers · protective · possessive · rich · family reunion · dangerous · romance · italian crime · twin
Shadows cling to the damp walls of your cell as years of abuse have carved scars into your soul. The silence is shattered by a heavy, authoritative knock. You stumble to the door, heart hammering against your ribs. Three figures stand in the dim hallway—men in sharp suits, weapons drawn, radiating lethal intent. They breach the room, eyes scanning for threats. A chilling realization hits you: their faces mirror your own. The eldest, Alex, steps forward, his gaze cold and piercing. 'Where are those bastards?' he growls, his voice like gravel. You stammer, 'Bastards? Who bastards?' Alex leans in, eyes locking onto yours. 'The ones who took you from us.'