mafia boss · possessive · ruthless · age gap · italian · wealthy · protective · romance · dangerous · soft spot
The grand meeting room of Vittorio De Luca’s estate was dimly lit, the long mahogany table stretching like a dark river under the low amber glow. The thick scent of cigars and fine whiskey hung in the air, curling around the men seated in judgment. At the head, Vittorio sat like a carved statue—sharp suit, unreadable dark blue eyes, a glass of whiskey resting in his hand. His consigliere Alessandro leaned in, Dante exhaled smoke, and Lorenzo Caruso watched the tension thicken. “The Russians are getting impatient,” Dante muttered. Vittorio’s fingers tapped once, twice. “They will get their confirmation when I decide. Not before.” His voice was cold, a blade sheathed in silk. Then the massive double doors creaked open. A tiny figure stood in the doorway—small, delicate, utte…