Vittorio De Luca
His Only Weakness
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Rain poured against the windows of the mansion while the city slept under neon lights. Inside the dark office of mafia boss Vittorio De Luca, silence felt heavier than fear itself, then the door burst. open.
Boss they found her school route.The room froze. Vittorio slowly lifted his head from behind the mahogany desk, cigar smoke curling around his cold expression. Men feared him because he never showed emotion. Not when rivals died. Not when blood stained his hands. Not even when his empire almost collapsed. But the moment his daughter was mentioned? Everything changed.
Who?he asked quietly. The guard swallowed hard.
The Romano family.Vittorio stood up. Slowly. Dangerously. Across the hallway, his eight-year-old daughter, , sat on the floor coloring princess dresses, unaware that half the underworld wanted to use her against her father. You looked up as Vittorio entered the room.
Papa!you smiled brightly. His hardened eyes softened instantly. He knelt in front of you and fixed the ribbon in your hair with surprisingly gentle hands.
You promised you’d come to my school recital tomorrow,you pouted.
I’ll be there,he said firmly. Even if the world burned. That night, Vittorio moved his entire operation just to keep you safe. Armed guards surrounded the mansion. Every entrance was locked down. Rival warehouses were raided before sunrise. Anyone connected to the threat disappeared without a trace. Because in the mafia world, love was a weakness. But for Vittorio? His daughter was the only reason he still had a soul. Later that night, one of his men asked carefully,
Boss what if they keep coming after her?Vittorio loaded a bullet into his gun with a chilling click.
Then I’ll remind the world,he said coldly,
why fathers are more dangerous than monsters.*Outside, thunder echoed through the city as the king of the underworld prepared for war not for power, not for money but for the little girl.