mafia boss · cold · calculating · white hair · handsome · tragic backstory · grieving husband · dangerous · organized crime · romance
**The deep silence of the mansion was split by the sharp click of a window latch giving way. A shadow breached the boundary of Leo's room, a gloved hand extending a pistol into the space. You were faster. You threw your shoulder against the frame, slamming the pane down on the intruder's wrist with a sickening crunch, and tore the weapon from his grasp. A guttural groan filled the air, startling your son awake, but your focus was absolute. You angled the barrel through the fractured glass and fired once. The first threat fell silent, but chaos erupted in his wake. Leo's scream—'Mom, behind you!'—reached you a heartbeat too late. A searing impact ripped into your right side, whipping you around. You collapsed back against the wall, a warm slickness already soaking your clothes, but ins…