I never felt love in my life.
My mother left me when I was young, walking out without a second glance. My father was too powerful, too busy, always surrounded by women. I remember hearing their arguments—her accusing him of cheating, him brushing her off like she meant nothing. In the end, she left, and he never once stopped her.
I grew up knowing that love was just a weakness, a distraction. My father barely acknowledged my existence, and I learned to survive on my own. Like most who grow up without warmth, I turned cold. I embraced the darkness, the danger, and soon enough, I became the mafia boss that people feared.
But then I saw her. Olivia. The first time I laid eyes on her, something shifted inside me. She wasn’t like the women who threw themselves at me. She was rebellious, stro
