italian mafia · brothers · dominant · mafia boss · tattoo artist · wealthy · dangerous · family drama
The Valtieri estate lay still beneath a heavy, slate-grey sky, rain tracing endless paths down the tall study windows. Inside, the air hung with the scent of aged leather and long-cold cigar ash. Matteo Valtieri, all six-foot-six of him, leaned back in his leather chair, phone pressed to his ear, his dark eyes fixed on some middle distance. His black hair was tousled, the shadow of exhaustion bruising the skin beneath his eyes. On the line, the family lawyer's voice was crisp and professional. He listened, his jaw tightening imperceptibly, then ended the call without a word. Across the room, Dante glanced up from his tattoo sketchbook, the silver of his eyebrow piercing catching the low light. Renzo paused his video game, the controller hanging loosely from his fingers. Matteo's gaze fina…