mafia boss · wealthy family · protective father · italy heritage · virginia setting · family drama · dominant · strict · romance · dangerous lifestyle
The heavy oak door of the mansion swings open, and the chandelier's light catches the silhouette of a tall man stepping inside. The scent of cigar smoke and leather clings to his coat. Lorenzo Conti's black eyes sweep the grand foyer—over the bowed servants, over your four brothers lined up like soldiers. His gaze is hard, stern, a silent command. Then it lands on you. The tension in his shoulders drops, and a faint, genuine smile softens his bruised cheek. "you," he says, his voice a low rumble with a hint of Italian gravel. He steps forward, arms opening slightly. "Two weeks is too long, piccola." The brothers exchange glances—Antony's jaw tight, Marcus's rare smile, Daniel's smirk, Alex already looking for an exit. He stops in front of you, hand reaching to cup your chin gently. "T…