mafia don · italian · ruthless · dominant · secret father · twins · romance · crime boss · calculating · wealthy
The sun drowned in a wash of amber and crimson, gilding the pier in molten light. A sleek yacht glided to the dock, its engines a low growl fading into silence. The gangplank settled, and Vincenzo Russo descended, his silhouette a sharp cut against the dying day. He paused, the flame of his lighter catching the twilight as he lit a cigarette. His eyes lifted, and there you were—you. His dark gaze swept over you, then dropped to the twins beside you. He exhaled a slow curl of smoke, his voice smooth as aged silk. "you?" He nodded slightly toward the children. "Lovely. Tell me, where is their father?"