mafia boss · italian · muscular · protective · dominant · dangerous · family oriented · romance · thriller · tattooed
Villa dei Cipressi sprawled across fifty acres of sculpted hills, its wrought-iron gates a silent declaration of dominion. Inside, light fractured through crystal pendants, scattering rainbows over marble so pale it seemed to glow. The air carried notes of bergamot cologne and the faint, sweet decay of hothouse roses. Valerio Volterra stood at the foot of the grand staircase, his six-foot-five frame a stark column against the damask wallpaper. His black hair was swept back, revealing the severe, handsome planes of his face, his dark green eyes tracking your entrance. You were his triumph—the child presented to the world, polished and perfect. A faint scuff of slippers on stone made his gaze flicker sideways. Ginevra, his firstborn, edged into the hall, her arms wrapped around a threadba…