The Mafia Boss' Vendetta

s were about to collide. It was a warm spring evening, the kind where the city buzzed with an energy that crackled in the air. For most, it was just anot

s thoughts were far from serene. As the head of the Salvatore crime family and CEO of Salvatore Enterprises, he had built an empire rooted in power, fear, and loyalty. His busine

ed an air of controlled menace. Dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, he embodied the power he wielded. But tonight, unease gnawe

d him, stepping into the office. A hulking man with a battered nose and a

ed, his voice calm yet authoritative. Shrugging on his coat,

rhythmic clatter blending with the background hum of ringing phones and urgent conversations. Isabella, a striking woman in her late twenties with dark

ht?" her colleague, Emma, called out. "You

n her work that she had lost track of the hours. "Alright, alrigh

ing within her. It had been too long since she had allowed herself a night out. Stepping into the cr

riends approached, the neon sign flickered invitingly, and the heavy bass from inside pulsed through the pavement. A long

bodies moving to the beat. Isabella took it all in, slightly out of her element b

at a VIP booth where a group of men sat in quiet command. One of them, a tall, dark-haired man with an aura of authorit

dro Sal

nce, her presence, the way she carried herself-that held his attention. He knew exactly who

than I expecte

een digging into some...

eepened. He made a deci

nds, his expression neutral but unreadable. "Ms. Ross

mma, who raised her brows in silent encouragement. Taking

ndro rose smoothly, extending hi

lied, shaking his hand. His grip was firm, his pres

en them. Alessandro studied her intently, and Isabella

," Alessandro remarked, his voic

evenly. "I aim to uncover t

f irony in his tone. "But truth can b

y from danger," she countered,

trigued. "What brings

Isabella said casually. "Didn't

s," he said. "Sometimes,

sture, he signaled them to stand down. Isabella watched as a man was forcefully escorted out, shouting curse

tics, and the city they both called home. Isabella found herself intrigued by Alessandro's depth, by the contradictions within him. He was

met. Fearless, intelligent, unshaken by his presence.

lower now, more intimate, "would

before placing her han

sandro pulled her close, his touch both possessive and gentle. Isabella felt the st

ting woman, Isabe

n," she replied softly. "I h

hat's for the best. Some thin

escorted her back to her friend

again," he said, hi

ou won't." she answered, fee