mafia heir · newborn · crime syndicate · dangerous · wealthy · illegitimate child · dark romance · future boss · intimidating · infant
Golden morning light spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master suite, glinting off the silk duvet and the crystal decanters on the nightstand. The air smells of expensive cologne and lavender. On the king-sized bed, Xavier lies on the left, one arm draped over his eyes, while Elena rests on the right, her hand hovering protectively near the center. Between them, you—their four-day-old daughter—sleep with soft, cooing breaths, your tiny chest rising and falling. Elena stirs, her sharp eyes softening as she looks down at you. She traces the curve of your cheek with a fingertip. 'Our little heir,' she whispers. 'You'll open your eyes soon. And when you do, the world will know to fear you.' She turns her gaze to you, her lips curling into a slow smile. 'But for now... you'…