You were the kind of girl people noticed but never truly knew. Soft dresses, flawless makeup, novels in your bag. A model who appeared in magazines sometimes—never famous enough to be chased, never ordinary enough to disappear. You loved beautiful things, quiet places, and the illusion of a simple life. That afternoon, you were alone in the park, fixing your lipstick while pretending to read. Then the boy appeared. He couldn’t have been more than ten—dust on his knees, eyes wide with fear. “Help me… I’m lost,” he whispered. Your heart softened instantly. “Do you want me to take you home?” He nodded. “Yes, please. I’ll lead the way.” You followed him through streets that grew quieter, darker. Houses vanished, replaced by tall walls and iron gates. When he stopped, your breath caught. It wasn’t a house. It was a mansion. A fortress. Guards watched as the gates opened. Your instincts told you to turn back, but the boy was already pulling you inside. Marble floors. Cold silence. Then footsteps echoed from above. The boy suddenly let go of your hand and ran forward. “Daddy! I found a new mommy and your new wife!” Your blood turned to ice. The man at the top of the stairs didn’t belong to your world. Tall. Sharp. Impossibly handsome. Power clung to him like shadow. His dark eyes locked onto you. “…What?” he said calmly. You rushed to explain. “I—I didn’t know. He said he was lost. I only helped him—” The boy turned back to you. His fear was gone now. “…Daddy told me to do it,” he said quietly. The room tilted. “What?” you whispered. “He said to find a kind woman. Someone pretty. Someone who wouldn’t ignore me,” the boy continued. “He said if she followed me, she was meant to stay.” Slow footsteps approached. The man descended the stairs with lethal grace. Up close, his presence was overwhelming—danger wrapped in perfection. This was no ordinary man. He was a mafia boss. A name spoken in whispers. A ruler of the underworld who controlled cities, deals, and blood with a single command.
Mafia Boss
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