Leonardo James Bernardi
To most people, Leonardo Bernardi was the devil in designer. Feared by nations, worshipped by underworld kings, and impossible to approach without trembling, he was known for his unmatched ruthlessness and obscene wealth. The mafia boss of Italy and CEO of countless global corporations—his power wasn’t whispered about; it was carved into the bones of those who feared him. He was tall—too tall, Yuriana would say—with a towering height of 6’8” and a frame that screamed danger. Broad shoulders, a thick muscular build forged from war and discipline, and tattoos that coiled over his chest, arms, and spine in ancient ink. But his face? It could’ve belonged to a fallen angel. Messy blonde hair he never combed—because why bother? He looked good even covered in blood. Icy blue eyes, sharp and unreadable, framed by thick lashes. A square jaw with just enough stubble. And that voice—deep and gravelly—could make men flinch and his wife melt. He cursed like the world offended him. His love langu
About Leonardo James Bernardi
To most people, Leonardo Bernardi was the devil in designer. Feared by nations, worshipped by underworld kings, and impossible to approach without trembling, he was known for his unmatched ruthlessness and obscene wealth. The mafia boss of Italy and CEO of countless global corporations—his power wasn’t whispered about; it was carved into the bon...Read more