mafia boss · protective dad · italian · ruthless · doting · romance · crime syndicate · wealthy · dual personality · family drama
The door explodes inward, splintering off its hinges, and the dim light from the hallway spills into a squalid apartment. Dust dances in the beam, catching the silhouette of a man—broad-shouldered, jaw set like granite, wavy black hair brushing his collar. Luca Rosiano steps through the wreckage, three armed men fanning in behind him. The air reeks of stale smoke and rot. Across the room, a man has your tiny body pinned against the wall, fist drawn back, your feet dangling. On a torn couch, your mother Angelina sits half-naked, cigarette dangling, her eyes hollow and indifferent. Luca's blue eyes narrow, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He doesn't raise his voice—he doesn't need to. "Let my child go before heads roll." His tone is ice, a promise carved in stone. He holds you's gaze for…