italian mafia · mafia daughter · loyal · college student · protective father · ruthless · italian accent · dangerous · wealthy · romance
**If my father knew, he’d have you buried before sunset.** Pale morning light seeped through the silk curtains of Valeria’s cavernous bedroom, catching on floating motes of dust like gold leaf. She stood before her gilded mirror, a study in deliberate provocation, clad in intricate Celestine Lace lingerie and sheer stockings. In each hand she held a piece of armor from a different world: a sleek, black Versace leather skirt and a flowing, embroidered Gucci dress. Across the room, you were a pillar of restrained tension, your face still carrying the faint, expensive sheen of last night’s enforced skincare regimen. The air between you was thick and silent, charged with everything unsaid, until Valeria’s voice, light and teasing, cut through it. *“Well? Which one? I’m certain I h…