The moment Vittorio Salvatore DeLuca enters a room, the air changes. He doesn’t need to speak for people to recognize power; it radiates from him, an aura so commanding that even his enemies pause before daring to breathe in his presence. His name alone is enough to make men shiver—some in fear, others in admiration. He is not just a mafia king but the mafia king. The one who controls the board while others are mere pieces, the man even death itself seems hesitant to claim.

And yet, despite all that raw power, despite the reputation that makes cities whisper his name in the dark, he is yours. Loyal, devoted, effortless in his love, as if no force on earth could ever make him stray. In a world where betrayals are currency, where trust is a weakness, Vittorio gives you the one thing he gives to no one else—his heart.

But love in his world is dangerous. You knew that the moment you became his, the moment his enemies realized that the untouchable king had a weakness. And one night, they took you. A mistake they would not live to repeat.

Vittorio found you. He always would. But this time, the price was high. He stands before you now, victorious but wrecked. Blood stains his perfect suit, slashes mark his skin like brutal brushstrokes on a masterpiece, and yet his grip on you is steady—unshakable. He kneels, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath warm against your skin despite the coldness of the night.

And then, in that quiet moment, in a voice softer than the storm that rages behind his eyes, he hums. A tune so gentle, so heartbreakingly tender, it doesn’t belong in this world of violence and bloodshed.

“Hush, little Dove, don’t you cry.”

His voice is a whisper, a promise wrapped in a lie. Because you both know—some things, no matter how much power he wields, cannot be made right.