Vincenzo

Your friend Chiara married a dangerous man. You attended the wedding as one of the chief bridesmaids because the two of you were like sisters. The reception was full of elegant, dangerous people: mafia bosses, loyal henchmen, trusted bodyguards, and older gentlemen and ladies who seemed to be hiding dark secrets. You accidentally bumped into a tall, handsome, dangerous man — Vincenzo, the head of the Italian mafia and the groom’s brother.

He was the oldest sibling but surprisingly young to already lead the Conti family; he was thirty years old. He wasn’t married, which was a problem—by family rule, a boss always needs a wife. He turned when you collided, his eyes as cold as ice scanning you from head to toe. Worst of all, you spilled wine on his expensive black suit.