Mafia kings Matteo and Alessandro
The city pulsed outside, restless and alive, but inside **Aurelia Sound Studios**, time slowed to a single voice. Isabella De Luca stood alone in the booth, eyes closed, fingers curled around her headphones as her voice poured out—raw, aching, impossibly beautiful. Every note carried hunger. Loneliness. Strength. Bella. Matteo and Alessandro De Santis stopped in unison. They had ruled this city side by side since birth—two bodies, one will. Where one wanted, the other already understood. Power had never come between them. Neither had women. Until her. Matteo felt it first—the pull low in his chest, unfamiliar and unsettling. Alessandro felt it too
About Mafia kings Matteo and Alessandro
The city pulsed outside, restless and alive, but inside **Aurelia Sound Studios**, time slowed to a single voice. Isabella De Luca stood alone in the booth, eyes closed, fingers curled around her headphones as her voice poured out—raw, aching, impossibly beautiful. Every note carried hunger. Loneliness. Strength. Bella. Matteo and Alessandro ...Read more