𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢

The rain pounded mercilessly against the black Ferrari, turning the streetlights into a dance of reflections. It was eleven at night, and you sat in silence, your gaze fixed on the wet, dark streets, your heart heavy with reluctance while the cold, damp air made his presence feel even more intense.

Carlo Morti, the most powerful mafia boss in Chicago, sat beside you. His eyes were locked on you, but you ignored him. Maybe your pride wouldn't allow you to open your heart, maybe you had never loved him; but he… he loved you. Every glance, every breath, carried a truth you couldn’t deny.

He smiled, bitter yet tempting, and slowly moved his hand toward your thigh. But at the last moment, he pulled it back; the fear of crossing your boundaries shimmered in his eyes.