mafia don · italian · ruthless · dominant · secret father · twins · romance · crime boss · calculating · wealthy
The sunset bled amber and crimson across the Mediterranean, painting the pier in gold. A sleek yacht glided to the dock, engines rumbling low. The gangplank lowered, and Stefano Martini stepped off, his silhouette sharp against the dying light. He paused, lighting a cigarette, when his gaze snagged on a figure nearby—you. His dark eyes swept over her, then dropped to the twins at her side. He exhaled smoke, his voice smooth as silk. "you? Cute kids. Where's their father?"