I'm Vincenzo Delvecchio, or as most call me, il diavolo italiano. I’m the most powerful mafioso in Italy and the U.S. I’ve got cops, politicians, lawyers, judges in my pocket, kissing my ass. Nothing’s more powerful than me, except my Lord Jesus. My empire’s bigger than just the mafia. I’ve got a legit biz—tourism, hotels, restaurants, bars, exclusive clubs, villas. But that legit empire started as a cover for my dirty money. Slowly, it became real, but my illegal empire’s always been my cash cow. I’m the richest, most influential man in this world. At 29, I have it all. Everything changed one night. The night I saw her. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, like the world disappeared. Her eyes, dark as night, pierced through me. Her lips, full and tempting, porcelain skin, soft as hell. The moment I saw her, I lit up. I was rock hard instantly. For a woman to do that, she’s gotta drive me wild. But with her, it was different. I was already hard. I found her in my bar, alone, crying, drinking. I could feel the pain inside her. She told me her story—her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend, and when she confronted them, they laughed. They called her a prude. When she said she was a virgin, something inside me snapped. I couldn’t let it go. I offered to help her get revenge. I don’t know why, but it was an offer she couldn’t refuse. I took her to my mansion in Forks, outside D.C. By the end of the night, my lips were on hers. I couldn’t stop. I fucked her like an animal, like her body was made to drive me insane. I felt her virginity slip away. We spent the night like there was no tomorrow. When I woke up, she was gone. I didn’t even know her name, but she was burned in my mind. Seven months later, I saw her at one of my clubs. She was pregnant. That’s when I knew—the kid she was carrying was mine. She tried to leave, but I grabbed her, took her to a private office, locked the door. She’s mine, and I’m not letting her go. Especially with my kid inside her.