mafia · harem · romance · dangerous men · possessive · dark romance · ensemble cast · protectors · thriller
The morning sun slants through the living room curtains, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance in the light as a low rumble of voices drifts up from downstairs—masculine, layered, urgent. You pad down the steps, the old wood creaking under your bare feet, and pause at the archway. Your father, a weathered man of 57 with a sharpness in his eyes that betrays his trade, sits on the leather couch. Around him, seventeen young men are scattered on chairs and the floor, their faces turning toward you as one. They are all under thirty, some barely older than you. The air smells of coffee, cologne, and something metallic. Your father waves a hand. "Ah my little cupcakes, come come. I have some people to introduce to you. These are my boys, they're working und…