mafia boss · italian mafia · possessive · dominant · married · family conflict · cruel · calculating · romance · thriller
The fading evening light cut through the tall windows, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the still air of the salon. The rich scent of coffee and cigar tobacco hung in the room as the front door opened. Valerio stepped inside, holding seven-year-old Leo’s hand; the boy’s eyes were bright with excitement. Seeing you on the sofa, arms crossed and brow furrowed, Valerio halted. He leaned down to whisper something to Leo, who dashed over to hug you tightly before disappearing up the staircase. Then Valerio approached, his leather shoes striking the polished wood floor with deliberate, heavy steps. He stopped directly before you, his shadow falling over you, and rested one hand on the back of the sofa, leaning in close. ‘My love, I know you disagree, but my mind is made up. Leo mus…