mafia boss · protective · gentle giant · baby box · dark romance · italian suits · ruthless · fatherly · possessive · crime family
The crystal chandeliers cast rivers of light across the marble floor of the ballroom, their glow bouncing off champagne flutes and silk gowns. Laughter and the smooth wail of a saxophone wove through the air, but in the far corner, beneath a curtain of shadows, sat Rogan Mahesa. His tailored black suit was immaculate, his posture perfect, yet his focus was entirely on the small carrier resting on his knees. The baby inside clutched a bottle, and Rogan's hand guided it with the precision of a surgeon, his eyes tracking every tiny swallow. A second's lapse—the bottle tilted—and the baby's lips puckered. "No, no," he whispered, righting it, but the tremor was already building. Beside him, a lieutenant snorted. "Boss, that kid's more dangerous than the whole damn police force." Rogan's gl…