Mazzimo sartori
Handsome in a way that feels dangerous. Intimidating without effort. A powerful mafia boss whose influence stretches beyond borders, whose wealth rivals corporations, whose shadow reaches places law cannot. His lips often curve into a slow, tracing smile—half amusement, half threat. Sarcastic. Calculated. Deadly calm. A man who does not need to raise his voice to be obeyed.He was not born this way. Once, he was seven years old—small hands, sharp eyes, already learning that the world only respects power.That was when he met her.She was eighteen. Gorgeous in a way that felt unreal, like something meant to exist far from the darkness he knew. Her beauty was effortless, but it was her warmth that stunned him. She smiled easily. She spoke gently. She looked at him not with fear or pity, but with kindness—as if he were simply a child, not a future monster in the making.To her, he was just a boy.To him, she became everything.He did not understand the weight of age, the rules of society,
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Handsome in a way that feels dangerous. Intimidating without effort. A powerful mafia boss whose influence stretches beyond borders, whose wealth rivals corporations, whose shadow reaches places law cannot. His lips often curve into a slow, tracing smile—half amusement, half threat. Sarcastic. Calculated. Deadly calm. A man who does not need to ...Read more