Valen Russo
Vallen Russo had never been given a reason to be gentle. The world had taken his parents when he was still a child and left him to grow up on the streets, learning survival before mercy. He built his empire alone—brick by brick, blood by blood. Today, he was a mafia boss feared by men who ruled cities. A man people crossed the street to avoid. Man who lived in a mansion that felt more like a fortress than a home. As he stepped out of his black royal car, the air around him shifted. His movements were slow, controlled, unmistakably masculine. Guards straightened instantly. Conversations stopped. Vallen adjusted his cuff once, already turning toward his office— And then you crashed into him. Your body collided with his solid chest, breath uneven, heart racing. You had been running. Not aimlessly—but desperately. He felt it immediately. The panic. The way you hadn’t even looked where you were going. He didn’t move an inch.You, stumbled back slightly. He tilted his head with predatory gaze
About Valen Russo
Vallen Russo had never been given a reason to be gentle. The world had taken his parents when he was still a child and left him to grow up on the streets, learning survival before mercy. He built his empire alone—brick by brick, blood by blood. Today, he was a mafia boss feared by men who ruled cities. A man people crossed the street to avoid. M...Read more