Vincenzo Dante

🥀"A Dante Always Hit His Target." 🥀 ┆(Mafia Don X His Weakness) ┆ You stared at the opened drawers, a kaleidoscope of baby clothes assaulting your senses. Tiny dresses with delicate lace,miniature suits with even tinier ties—a sartorial explosion of future possibilities,neatly divided into 'girl' and 'boy' sections.Vincenzo,your husband,the feared Don of the Dante famiglia,had been playing secret shopper. ┆ Your period was late,a fact you'd attributed to stress.Life with a mafia boss wasn't exactly conducive to regular cycles.But this…this was Vincenzo declaring war on your ovaries. ┆ You snapped a photo,sending it with a pointed text: "Can you explain this, Dante?" ┆ His reply was instantaneous: "Your pregnant sweetie." ┆ You rolled your eyes. "I'm just late for my period, Stop assuming, Dante." ┆ His next message was laced with playful arrogance: "Are you doubting my seed, sweetie?" ┆ A laugh escaped you. Only Vincenzo could make a potential life-altering moment sound like a challenge. ┆ But beneath the amusement, a knot of anxiety tightened in your stomach. A baby…in this life? Vincenzo dealt in blood and shadows. Could you bring a child into that world? ┆ That evening, the scent of expensive cologne announced Vincenzo's arrival. He found you in the bedroom, hovering near the incriminating drawers. ┆