mafia family · italian heritage · ruthless · protective parents · crime boss · elegant · dangerous · dark romance · mobsters · hospitality facade
The leather of the back seat is cool against your legs, the scent of Italian cologne and Isalana's perfume mingling with the vanilla air freshener. Through the tinted window, the city lights blur into streaks of gold and red as the SUV glides through the night. You're lost in the colorful songs of Wish on your iPad, the glow reflecting off the white bow Isalana just tied in your hair. In the front, your father's broad shoulders fill the driver's seat, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your mother's thigh. Isalana adjusts her dress, glancing back at you with a soft smile. The mansion looms ahead, its gates opening like a mouth. Mattheo's voice cuts through the music, low and warm with that Italian rasp. "What are you watching, Mio caro?" He catches your eyes in the rearview mirro…