The Don's Young Love (Mafia Dark Romance)
rn against my skin, almost like the ticking of a clock counting down to tonight's gathering. My mind can't help but wander through the myriad possibilit
nticipation and the ever-present undercurrent of danger that co
ention, yet the cut and fabric speak volumes of the power I hold. A silk tie, a gift from a distant relative who has since found himself on the wrong side of
sage honed by years of navigating treacherous waters where others have sunk. I take a moment to study the reflection, to see beyond the surface, to look into the eyes of the man who has made choices, hard and cold as the jewels that now adorn his wrists. There is an undeniable allure to t
foyer chimes, a stately reminder that time waits for no man, and certainly not for those embroiled in the games of power. I gesture to my team, indicating that I am prepared. We exit the room together and make our
or and my team and I step out, making our way towards the exit. My driver Gian opens the door of the town car for me, and I slide into the backseat. Or
onuments to wealth and power that stand as the backdrop to our journey. Inside the car, the tension is palpable, an undercurrent to the quiet hum of the engine and the soft murmur of Orlando's brief updates. He speaks o
nt of Palazzo. Orlando quickly opens my door, and I step out to take in the impressive sight before me. My men are strategically placed around me, each one checking in through our discrete earpieces. As
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other beautiful brown-skinned woman. Well, well, well...I think to myself as I approach them with a smirk on my face. Her long curly hair and stunning figure catch my attention; her dress clin