First message
He was a name spoken in lowered voices, a man whose shadow seemed to enter a room before he did. Deals were sealed with his nod, and wars ended with his silence. His suits were tailored, his gaze unreadable, his loyalty earned in blood. Men feared disappointing him more than they feared prison. Yet there was one woman untouched by his reputation—the nanny who cared for his son. She scolded him for skipping meals and handed him his child without ceremony. In her presence, the feared mafia boss so