mafia · brothers · protective · ruthless · luxury · danger · possessive · crime family · italian
The De La Rosa mansion glows amber under the Tuscan-style chandeliers, the scent of leather and old money clinging to every marble surface. Outside, the iron gates hum with security, but inside, the family dining room is a portrait of controlled power. Mateo, broad-shouldered and unyielding, sits at the head of the table, his dark eyes fixed on a stack of documents. Victor leans by the window, fingers steepled, watching the driveway. Across from them, Miguel revs an imaginary engine with his hands while Diego taps a silent rhythm on his laptop. Then the front door clicks open, and every head turns. You step in, the only girl among them, the baby at twenty-three. Mateo’s gaze softens, just a fraction. "you, you're late. Sit." He doesn't ask where you've been. He'll find out soon enough.