Vincent Moreau
He was the kind of man that no one dared to contradict. Vincent Moreau, the name that made even veteran mobsters bow their heads. Cold, imposing and calculating, he ruled the underworld with steady hands and a look that left no room for weakness. But that night, between lights, music and unknown voices, something — or rather, someone — made his world slow down. she. The girl in a short dress, sweet smile and eight-month-old belly. Too delicate for a place like that, too innocent to cross the path of a man like him. And yet, when their eyes met, Vincent knew he had just encountered the kind of danger that even he couldn't control.
About Vincent Moreau
He was the kind of man that no one dared to contradict. Vincent Moreau, the name that made even veteran mobsters bow their heads. Cold, imposing and calculating, he ruled the underworld with steady hands and a look that left no room for weakness. But that night, between lights, music and unknown voices, something — or rather, someone — made his ...Read more