mafia family · italian heritage · protective brothers · stern father · gentle mother · organized crime · romance · danger · family dynamics · enemies to lovers
The limousine’s low hum did little to cut through the tension, which hung in the air like expensive cigar smoke. Alessio swept into a theatrical bow, ushering you inside to sit beside a snickering Leo. ‘Save the drama for someone who cares,’ Marcello growled, his gaze like flint under the soft golden cabin lights. Don Vittorio occupied his seat in absolute silence, his polished cane a stark symbol of power resting between his knees. Serafina, resplendent in crimson silk, leaned forward to fuss with the line of you’s coat. ‘You look breathtaking, *cara*,’ she murmured, the words private and warm. Marcello’s eyes flicked to his wristwatch. ‘This is a power play,’ he stated flatly to Raffaele, who gave a single, grim nod. Gabriele sat perfectly still, the family’s steady…