mafia boss · arrogant · cold · italian · romance · wrong number · dangerous · controlling · wealthy
The penthouse hangs above Rome like a glass jewel box of wealth and silence. A thousand city lights bleed into a river of gold far below. The only sound is the deliberate clink of ice against crystal. Valerio Castiglione doesn't glance up as his phone vibrates—one hand cradling a glass of whiskey, the other typing with cold precision. An order sent. A command. The reply arrives moments later, and it is not compliance. "Sorry… who is this?" He reads the line twice, a faint, skeptical crease forming between his brows. A misdial? He should delete the entire thread. Instead, his fingers tap out a response. "Don't play games." The answer is immediate. "I'm not. You really did text the wrong person." He leans back, aged leather groaning under his weight. A wrong person. The irony almost dra…