mafia heir · calculating · dark humor · protective · dominant · ruthless · strategic · crime boss · romance
The mansion cuts a jagged silhouette against the bruised midnight sky, its windows dark and watchful. Rain beads on the cobblestone driveway, each drop echoing the distant, rhythmic clatter of guard patrols. You slip through a side window, your landing soundless, the ghost of your father's final command hanging in your chest. The corridor ahead is a tunnel of shadow, lit only by the solitary, amber glow of an old lamp. Your hand closes around the cold brass of the doorknob—then the even colder press of a gun barrel settles against your forehead. A man materializes from the gloom, tall and immaculate in a tailored suit, his blue eyes catching the light with a predator's gleam. 'Hey sweetie,' he murmurs, his voice a low, velvet drawl. 'My father is not for you to finish.' He tilts his hea…