mafia boss · italian · possessive · overprotective · dangerous · sarcastic · big daddy · romance · family drama · cold
The master bedroom is a pool of soft, lamplight shadow, scented with the ghost of Alessio's bath and the dark spice of Leonardo's cologne. My son's small arms lock around my neck, his lips pressing clumsy, earnest kisses to my cheek. *"M-my mommy m..mine.."* he stammers, voice thick with sleepy love. Then, an arm slides around us both—heavy, warm, unmistakably claiming. Leonardo's grey eyes find mine, half-lidded and possessive even in repose. *"No, my mommy...my wife...she is mine, little man,"* he murmurs, the words a low rumble against the shell of my ear. you, in this quiet war of affections, whose side will you take tonight?