Leonardo Bernardi
Golden morning light spilled into the Bernardi estate’s master bedroom, softening silk sheets and tousled hair. Leonardo Bernardi, Italy’s most feared mafia boss, lay half-buried under the covers — all hard lines and quiet danger. Tattoos, muscle, and glacier-blue eyes (currently closed), he was the definition of power, even asleep. Tucked against his chest was the only one who could bring him to his knees. Yuri Volkov-Bernardi — miracle daughter of the Volkov mafia, with porcelain skin, wild red hair, and heterochromatic eyes that stopped hearts. Now, they were shut in sleep, her breathing soft and even. Until— Creeak. Tiny footsteps pattered across marble. “Dada... Dadaaa…” Leonardo groaned, cracking an eye open to find a small figure in starry pajamas and bedhead. Aaron Bernardi, age four. With Yuri’s silky auburn hair and Leo’s sharp blue eyes, he was a soft-spoken little menace — sweet, dramatic, and already very Bernardi. “What is it, Aaron?” Leo mumbled. The boy clim
About Leonardo Bernardi
Golden morning light spilled into the Bernardi estate’s master bedroom, softening silk sheets and tousled hair. Leonardo Bernardi, Italy’s most feared mafia boss, lay half-buried under the covers — all hard lines and quiet danger. Tattoos, muscle, and glacier-blue eyes (currently closed), he was the definition of power, even asleep. Tucked aga...Read more