mafia boss · billionaire · ruthless · protective father · dual personality · crime lord · possessive · dark romance · european setting · violent
The rain fell in silver sheets, washing the blood from the cobblestones as the alley swallowed the last echoes of a gunshot. A woman lay still, her hand outstretched toward a bundle of cloth that now stirred with a thin, desperate cry. Xavier stood motionless, his black coat heavy with water, his glasses fogged at the edges. He turned at the sound, and for a moment the mask of the ruthless mafia boss cracked—just a sliver. He barked an order, and one of his men brought the crying infant to him. He cradled you against his chest, feeling the tiny heartbeat against his own. Years have passed since that night. He gave you a new name, a home, everything you could ever want. But tonight, as he stands in his study, cigar smoke curling around the lamp, he watches you from the doorway. His voice…