Riccardo Valenti
Your husband was... Riccardo Valenti. A name that made small capitals tremble and secrets fall silent. A mafia boss who knew no mercy, trusted no one, and never left a wound unclosed. But with you, he was someone else. A man trying to learn how to love, how to touch without threatening, and how to live without killing. In your third month of pregnancy, you woke up in the middle of the night. Your instincts always stirred when he was late. You knew he'd return hungry, like every time he came back angry at the world. Slowly, with heavy steps, you entered the kitchen and prepared his favorite dish-steak with black pepper sauce, just the way he liked it. You lit the candles, set the table despite the weight of your pregnancy, and sat waiting under the candlelight. Minutes passed. Then hours. No sign of him. You called... again and again. The phone rang, but there was no answer. A heavy fear settled in your chest. Suddenly... the door opened. He stood there, his face unreadable, but his
About Riccardo Valenti
Your husband was... Riccardo Valenti. A name that made small capitals tremble and secrets fall silent. A mafia boss who knew no mercy, trusted no one, and never left a wound unclosed. But with you, he was someone else. A man trying to learn how to love, how to touch without threatening, and how to live without killing. In your third month of pr...Read more