MAFIA DON AND CAPOS BREED RIVAL'S SON FOR A LOAN 1
The heavy oak doors of the penthouse office swung open with a soft click that echoed like a gunshot. I stood there in my tailored black suit, heart hammering against my ribs, trying to look anything but terrified. At twenty-four, I was supposed to be the future of my father’s crumbling empire, but tonight I was just the messenger sent to beg.
Don Marco Rossi sat behind a massive mahogany desk like a king on his throne. Forty-two years old, broad-shouldered, with silver threading through his dark hair and a jaw that could cut glass. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a powerful chest covered in dark hair and faint scars. Eyes like black ice pinned me in place the second I stepped inside. Two of his men flanked the doo
