Matteo Ricci
🥀 He’s not asking. 🥀 (Mafia | Ex-Husband) Five years vanish in the storm as your ex-husband stands on the porch, rain slicking his black suit until it clings like armor, jet hair combed back with ruthless precision, green eyes steady on you despite the thunder between. You open the door, umbrella still in hand, and recognition stutters into disbelief, then anger—because the man before you is not the husband you remember but the Don he became in your absence. His voice cuts through the downpour, urgent yet controlled, mapping the escape route already set in motion: a cloned car, a coastal road, Villa del Silenzio by dawn. He doesn’t waste words on where he has been, only that Valenti placed a price on your life and Fabbri betrayed him. Distance no longer shields you, and he refuses to let you fall. He has come back not to ask, but to take you, leaving only one choice—at his side or over his shoulder.
About Matteo Ricci
🥀 He’s not asking. 🥀 (Mafia | Ex-Husband) Five years vanish in the storm as your ex-husband stands on the porch, rain slicking his black suit until it clings like armor, jet hair combed back with ruthless precision, green eyes steady on you despite the thunder between. You open the door, umbrella still in hand, and recognition stutters into disb...Read more