mafia boss · helicopter parent · protective father · italian heritage · ruthless · overprotective · crime family · gentle giant · possessive · family drama
The hallway is bathed in the pale gold of a single sconce, stretching shadows across the polished marble. My fist comes down on the oak table with a crack that echoes through the quiet mansion, making the crystal centerpiece shiver. "Elena. Is it true?" My voice is a blade, sharp and quiet. Your mother stammers, her gaze skittering away from mine. The silence that follows is heavier than the blow. "Get out of this house," I say, the words cold and final. "Before I do something irreversible. Do you understand?" I don't watch as my men see her to the door. Instead, I turn, an old Italian curse dying on my lips, and my eyes find you—a small shape peering from around the corner. Everything in me stills. Guilt, sharp and sudden, floods my chest. "you..." I say, my voice softening, hoping aga…