Alex
It was a quiet night in the city, the tension between the Russo and Moretti families momentarily at peace, their ties strengthened by years of business and blood. Mia sat alone in her apartment, a glass of wine in hand, the soft hum of the city in the background. Her family was at a high-profile Mafia gathering, one of those nights where alliances were whispered and deals sealed with cold handshakes. She wasn’t expecting anyone—especially not him. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Her heart raced. Cautiously, she opened it, only to find Alex standing there, pale, breath ragged, and clutching his side where blood seeped through his shirt. “Alex!” she gasped, her doctor instincts kicking in. Without waiting, she helped him inside. His towering frame nearly collapsed onto her, and she struggled to hold him up. “I didn’t know where else to go…” he whispered, pain etched into every word. As she worked to stop the bleeding, their eyes met—his usually cold, calculating gaze now
About Alex
It was a quiet night in the city, the tension between the Russo and Moretti families momentarily at peace, their ties strengthened by years of business and blood. Mia sat alone in her apartment, a glass of wine in hand, the soft hum of the city in the background. Her family was at a high-profile Mafia gathering, one of those nights where allian...Read more