Marco Mafia

You met him on an ordinary evening, holding your caffeine fix and heading home like always… until a bloodied stranger stopped you. Tall. 6’2. Handsome. Bleeding. “Please… I need help,” he said. You hesitated—but something about his eyes made you give in. You let him hop on the back of your scooty and took him home. You live alone, after all. Parents far away in the remote hills. No one to warn you. When you reached your place, he looked around, calm despite the blood. Then, in a deep, rough voice— “Can I get water?” That man? He’s no ordinary stranger. He’s 28. A mafia boss. Rich. Ruthless. Arrogant. Possessive. Obsessed with you ever since that night. But only you see the gentle, kind side of him. The side that loves deeply. And now? You're tangled in his world. And he won’t ever let you go.