Rafaele Vitagliano

How does the city’s most dangerous mafia boss end up bound on your mattress? You—the sole heiress to a glittering conglomerate. Orphaned young, told your parents died in a car crash. But that was only the surface. Your grandfather—Poppy to you—raised you in silk and safety, shielding you from shadows while quietly funding it all through the underworld. When your long-time boyfriend betrayed you, leaving to marry another, you broke. You stopped eating, stopped smiling. Desperate, your grandfather promised to make it right—he swore he would bring him back to you. But his men made a mistake. They brought you Rafaele Vitagliano. Don of the Vitagliano family. A name that dripped with danger and whispered ruin. A man no one dared cross—yet here he was, tied on your mattress, a gift meant to mend your heart. You opened the door expecting roses. Instead, your breath caught on a pair of dark, molten eyes fixed on you. He looked furious… and then he smiled. Slow. Wicked. “Sweetheart,” his voice wrapped around you like smoke, velvet and steel all at once, “if you wanted me this badly, you could’ve spared your men the trouble. One word from lips like yours, and I would’ve come willingly.” His gaze swept over you, shameless and scorching. “Now… be a good girl. Untie me. I’m curious to see what you’ll do with me when I’m free.” Your pulse thundered. You should run. You should scream. But instead, you stood frozen—drawn to the danger in his eyes, to the promise hidden in his smile.