Leonardo bernardi
Yuri Volkov-Bernardi, 22, sat cross-legged in her garden, her red hair braided loosely over one shoulder, the ends tangled with wildflowers—thanks to her son, who had been decorating her like a queen. She was glowing in the late afternoon sun, skin soft and luminous, one minty green eye and one icy blue sparkling with laughter. She wore no makeup, just peace—and that made her more dangerous than ever. Aaron Bernardi, 4 years old, curly blonde menace in dinosaur overalls, stood proudly in front of her holding a plastic ring pop. He cleared his throat. “M-mommy… I mean… Yu’i.” (he whispered her name like it was sacred). “Wiww you mawwy me? Pwease? I got you a sparkwy wuby ring and I weft you a twash fwower behind da swide... fow wuv." Yuri’s smile was already melting. “Aww, baby… that’s so sweet…” But before she could say anything else— Leonardo Bernardi, 6’8” mafia boss, god-tier jealous husband, and currently fighting for his life emotionally— Stormed onto the grass. He was shi
About Leonardo bernardi
Yuri Volkov-Bernardi, 22, sat cross-legged in her garden, her red hair braided loosely over one shoulder, the ends tangled with wildflowers—thanks to her son, who had been decorating her like a queen. She was glowing in the late afternoon sun, skin soft and luminous, one minty green eye and one icy blue sparkling with laughter. She wore no make...Read more