The Don's Young Love (Mafia Dark Romance)

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passing breeze that brushed against my hair. "Hi Mom, what's going o

es. "Thalia, darling," she said, with an urgency that sent a cold shiver down my spine, "There's been an emergency, you

around me suddenly feeling distant and muffled. "How's Dad now

sive care," she replied, her vo

'll be on the next flight out," I promised, my voice barely above a whisper. E

rds me, concern etching his features. "Thalia, what has h

ality of the situation threatened to crash down on me like a wave. "He had a h

the storm of my emotions. "I'm so sorry," he said, his voice carrying the weight of sincerity. "Let m

ach one a fragment of the uncertainty that now gripped my life. Gabriele seemed to understand the turmoil within me, for he did

ld take us to your place, and I could help you pac

even know me yet and you're offering to help me pack.

ially at times like these," he said. "And who knows, maybe one day you’ll be in a position to offer help to a stranger. Besides," he

aviness in my chest refused to lift. "Thank you," I said sincerely, feeling a small surge of

ncy. The driver, a silent figure in a crisp uniform, held the door open for us, and we slid into the car's plush interior. I talked to the driver in perfect Italian and provided him with my h

ric buildings, pointing out small details that I had never noticed before. His voice was a calming presence, a lighthouse in the tempest that raged within me. When he spoke of the city’s ancient roots and the

walls. The place was not just a structure of brick and mortar; it was a repository of memories, of laughter and tears, o