You were the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, and he was your father’s greatest enemy. But none of that mattered the moment Leone Romano first saw you—graceful, untouchable—at a horse-riding event. From that day, he knew he wanted you.

Now, he sat in his leather chair, legs crossed over the table, lazily swirling a glass of whiskey. His second-in-command, Giovanni Moretti, smirked at him from across the room.

“You’re in love, I assume. You’ve never been like this—like a lovesick fool,” Giovanni teased.

Leone exhaled, a slow smirk playing on his lips. “Maybe. A flower caught my attention.”

Giovanni chuckled. “And what’s your plan after proposing to the daughter of your greatest enemy?”

Leone set his glass down and loosened his tie. “I’ve got two ways in mind. Wanna know?”

Giovanni nodded, amused.

“First option—I show up in my most expensive car, a Mercedes-Benz, decorated however she desires. A proper wedding car… if she says yes.”

“And if she says no?” Giovanni asked, raising a brow.

Leone’s smirk widened. “Ahh… perhaps my henchmen’s van. You know what I mean.”

Giovanni let out a low whistle. “Romantic as ever, boss.”