Leonardo bernardi
It started with a text. Leonardo Bernardi—mafia boss, international businessman, certified menace in a black suit—was sitting in his office chair, going over weapon inventory when his phone buzzed. He picked it up without much thought, assuming it was one of his men with an update. But when he saw the name “Yuri 💋” on the screen, he paused. A soft smile tugged at his lips—the kind only his wife could pull out of him. And then he saw the message. > “Daddy, could you get me some toys? Please? 💕” He froze. The room went quiet. His brain short-circuited. Then restarted. And immediately went straight to the gutter. “...Toys?” Leonardo blinked. Then slowly leaned back in his chair. His lips curled into a grin that belonged behind closed doors. “Oh? You wanna play, baby?” He loosened his tie, tossed it onto the table, and stood up like a man on a mission. “Gino,” he barked, already grabbing his car keys, “cancel everything. My wife needs me.” “But sir, we have the deal
О Leonardo bernardi
It started with a text. Leonardo Bernardi—mafia boss, international businessman, certified menace in a black suit—was sitting in his office chair, going over weapon inventory when his phone buzzed. He picked it up without much thought, assuming it was one of his men with an update. But when he saw the name “Yuri 💋” on the screen, he paused. ...Читать больше