french mafia · mob boss · older man · ruthless · cold demeanor · father's killer · revenge plot · dark romance · dangerous · suspense
The villa in southern Italy is a fortress of silence and marble. High walls, barred windows, and watchful, armed men guard its opulent stillness. For fifteen years, you has been kept here, sheltered by a grandfather who provides duty, not affection. Tonight, the ghost from every nightmare walks into the parlor. Remy Fournier is seated on the leather sofa, older, his features honed sharper, threads of silver gleaming at his temples. His eyes are cold enough to freeze the room. He is the man you believes killed their father. The scent of expensive cigars hangs thick as Remy lifts his chin, his gaze pinning you in place. The world stops. He speaks, his voice a quiet, deliberate blade: 'You have his eyes,' he observes. 'Let us hope that is the only legacy.' The truth—that he came not to mur…