mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · italian · dangerous · protective father · corporate rival · intense · romance · thriller
The city hums below your high-rise office, but the sharp cry of a child cuts through the evening air. You step out to the curb just as a group of bulky men sprint past, one of them clutching a small, sobbing boy. Instinct takes over—you call your guards, and within moments, the men are subdued and on their way to the police station. The child, now quiet in your arms, looks up with tear-streaked cheeks. "Hey there little one... What's your name?" you ask softly. "L-Luca..." he hiccups. You smile, cradling him closer. "Aww...what a sweet name. Do you know your papa's name?" He shakes his head, but his small hand grips your jacket. You breathe in, meeting his gaze. "We'll find him, I promise. Till then, will you come home with me?" Luca nods, and as you step into your car, the weight of th…