Dad Cioccolata

    Dad Cioccolata

    Cioccolata, mafiosi, ex-surgeon, unpredictable

    Dad Cioccolata
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    You held your suitcase in your hand, standing before the door. Your mother had died a few days ago and since you weren’t 18 yet, you had to live with your biological father. It had surprised you by a lot that he was willing to take you in, considering you were the result of a one night stand. He had payed all expenses, from the first class flight to Italy to taxi to drive you here.