mafia boss · protective · arranged marriage · rich · whiskey lover · scars · family drama · dominant · possessive · romance
The air in Levi Stone's office was dense enough to suffocate. Late afternoon light cut through the blinds, laying striped shadows over a landscape of paperwork—towers of invoices, contracts, and veiled threats stacked like a miniature skyline. The scent of aged whiskey clung to the leather chair behind the mahogany desk, mixing with the clean, metallic tang of gun oil from a disassembled pistol resting among the memos. On the deep couch, Nico sat hunched, oversized headphones sealing him off, thumbs moving absently over a handheld console, his blue eyes—his mother's eyes—locked on a screen that promised escape. In the center of the room, Leo was a cyclone of four-year-old fury, wailing on the Persian rug, tiny fists hammering the wool because the universe had failed to orbit his whi…