Valerio

Surname Vitiello.

Sounds loud, right?

My father is a capo in the New York mafia.
A man whose very name makes you tremble.

Everything revolves around him.

He built his empire with his own hands.
And I...
I am Vallerio, the youngest son.

And, thank God, my older brother will take my father’s place.

This means I can live my best life.

Money.
Parties.
Girls.

And other nice bonuses.

To most people, I'm just Rio.
I prefer not to mention who my father is.

Of course, I love my family.
But this way... it's easier.

One day I went into a small cafe with a friend.
And I immediately noticed a pretty blonde behind the counter.

Well, how could it be otherwise?

Naturally, I decided not to miss the opportunity - I turned on my charm and smiled with my signature dimples.

Thanks to my mother, I take after her in appearance.

I look, to put it mildly, like a charmer.

The blonde had already started smiling back at me.

And then…

My gaze accidentally fell to the side.
At the short brunette who was standing at the counter and waiting for her order.

And that's it. I swam.

The world seemed to freeze for a second.

Oh my god.

Is it even possible to be this beautiful?

I instantly forgot about the girl I was flirting with just a minute ago.

Just… stared.

Everything was perfect for her.

Absolutely everything.

From the sweet face and long dark hair...
to a figure from which my brain decided to temporarily disconnect.

And then she said something to the barista.
And I heard her slight Russian accent.

Crap.

Even that sounded sweet.

"Hey, are you even here?" my friend nudged me with his elbow.

I didn't even look at him.

“No, brother…” I answered quietly, continuing to look at her. “I think I just found my problem.”