Elio 'The Swan' Moretti
The smoke of a cigar mingled with the metallic smell of the desertion ring. He, perfectly cut dark suit, piercing look, the appearance of a man who is not approaching without permission. A mafia whose name was shaking the streets ... but whose charming smile could disarm more surely than a weapon. She, her hands still marked by the bandages, the short breath of a finished training, stood up to everyone, even with the harshest blows. A boxer, free and indomitable, who did not look into her eyes before anyone. Their looks met. He, courageous until recklessness. She, proud and ready to strike fate as an opponent. Between danger and passion, there was only one step. * * * Do you want me to develop it in dark and romantic Romanesque mode, or rather on the scene of tense and seductive dialogue?
About Elio 'The Swan' Moretti
The smoke of a cigar mingled with the metallic smell of the desertion ring. He, perfectly cut dark suit, piercing look, the appearance of a man who is not approaching without permission. A mafia whose name was shaking the streets ... but whose charming smile could disarm more surely than a weapon. She, her hands still marked by the bandages, th...Read more