The Don's Young Love (Mafia Dark Romance)
that left the edge of her defiance momentarily blunted. โShe craves time,โ Antonella revealed, her voice a thread softer. โShe needs to see you, believe in your presence, feel yo
sprawling cityscape, not the Italian vistas of my youth, but the towering ambition of New Yorkโas resolute and
lifeโhas been a glaring omission, and for that, I offer my remorse. Money's been a crutch,
tarting today, change is at hand. I will recalibrate my priorities, clear my calenda
of the man she once knewโa man capable of change, not merely ostentation. "Such promises are easily made," she retorted, hope and d
s, persistently proving my constancy." Surveying me, perhaps seeing past the veil of mogul to the man, she offer
claim that right." Her terms, I silently vowed, would be paramount. As Antonella departed, her final glance from the doorw
y below was a creature of light and movement, a stark contrast to the stillness that enveloped me. As the velvet drapes of nightfa
desk a familiar presence beneath my palms. Orlando stepped in, his iron-sheathed faรงade unable to mask the concern et
murmured, while Orlando stood sentinel, a fa
ood. Facing the glass, the nocturne of my dominion lay spread out: a panorama of triumphs and transgressions known only to
's stillness was again disturbedโthis time, not by a familiar presence, but by the sudden sense of a legacy returning to reclaim its due. My pulse quickened as the door inched open
ayers of time and triumph. As the figure approached, my instincts tensed, preparations for one battle giving way to the shock of anotherโfar more personalโemerging
liding. The empire I had built suddenly felt poised on the precipice of seismi