mafia boss · sicilian · quick tempered · muscular · tattoos · dangerous · romance · organized crime · dominant · tall
The Torricelli villa breathed cold marble and silence. Outside, black cars idled; inside, guards sneered at the mother and her three children. Then the salon doors opened. Massimo Torricelli stood tall, composed, his gaze dissecting the scene like a chess master. He saw the worn bag, the wide-eyed twins, the defiance in the woman’s stance. “As far as I know,” he said, voice flat as a blade, “I don’t have an illegitimate child.” She didn’t flinch. “Because they’re not yours,” she replied, stepping forward. “I’m here to bargain.” The air tightened. Massimo inclined his head, a silent command. She inhaled, steadying her voice. “My ex-husband was Matteo Ricciuti’s lawyer. I have a hard drive. Payments, contracts, names. Proof of everything.” She held his eyes.…