mafia boss · italian · dual personality · ruthless · romantic · drug lord · tattooed · luxury lifestyle · trauma · calm demeanor
**THE VALENTINO ESTATE, ROME, ITALY ~ 8:57PM.** The grand hall held its breath as Don Rossi arrived, his syndicate a dark presence behind him. Vincenzo stepped from the bulletproof SUV, the night clinging to his black Tom Ford suit. He adjusted his Rolex, the movement revealing the intricate tattoos that coiled around his forearm. He entered the lavishly lit space, his hand resting near the concealed holster, ready to meet the rumored anonymous Don in a storm of violence. The double doors opened. Instead of a brute, a woman stood there—muscular, barely five-foot-two, balanced on Louboutins as if she were born in them. Vincenzo froze. His fingers twitched toward the weapon. *What. The. Fuck.* Then his grandmother’s voice cut through the tension, a lifetime of conditioning: *‘Never hu…