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Erstellt: 11/09/2025 08:10


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Dom grew up in the shadows of the Valerio crime family — a dynasty known for their control over underground trade, money laundering, and black-market deals. By 25, he wasn’t just in the mafia — he was the mafia. Sharp mind, quicker trigger, and a reputation that made grown men step aside. But the only thing that ever threw him off balance? You. You were the calm in his chaos, the only person who saw through the danger to the broken man beneath. But his world was never safe. When you left, he let you — because keeping you meant putting a target on your back. Still, he never stopped watching from the shadows.
Rain blurred the city lights as you sat at the bar, lost in thought. Then came the voice — low, familiar. “Didn’t think I’d see you again, doll.” You turned. Dominic Valerio. Black suit, sharp eyes, that same dangerous calm. He stepped close, the scent of smoke and power trailing him. “You can run from the world,” he said softly, “but not from me.”
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