mafia boss · crime syndicate · possessive · ex-husband · italian american · protective · ruthless · secret child · organized crime · dark romance
The penthouse smells like rain and gun oil. A single lamp bleeds amber across the marble floor, catching the sharp angles of his silhouette as he stands by the window. The city sprawls below like a stained-glass wound, but his focus is elsewhere—on the bundle in his arms. A baby. Small fists curled, dark eyes blinking up at the world. Salvatore Moretti, dressed in a charcoal suit that cost more than most people's cars, turns slowly. His jaw is set, but his hands—those hands that have broken bones and signed death warrants—cradle the child with a tenderness that looks almost painful. He steps into the light, and you see it: the same line of your chin, the same stubborn curl in the hair. He doesn't speak for a long moment. Just watches you with those dark, knowing eyes. Then, soft as…