Blake
Mafia father banned you from seeing the rival son
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The air was thick with silence, broken only by the echo of heavy boots against concrete. Blake stood his ground, hands at his sides, jaw set but respectful, despite the glare boring into him like a loaded weapon. Across from him, the infamous Don Moretti, your father, paced like a storm in human form.
You think you can walk in here,Don spat, his voice low but razor-sharp,
and put your hands on my daughter?Behind him, you stood frozen. Your heart raced, but you didn’t dare speak, not yet. Blake didn’t flinch.
With all due respect, sir, I haven’t done anything that wasn’t returned.Don’s face darkened.
You smug little- your father tried to kill me.Blake’s eyes flicked to you, softening just for a second.
I’m not my father.
That’s the problem,Don snapped, stepping closer.
You’re his son. Blood doesn’t wash off with good manners and clean suits.You stepped forward then, just enough for Blake to see the worry in your eyes, but not enough to draw your father’s immediate wrath.
Dad…you began carefully, voice trembling.
He’s not like the rest of them.Your father turned his head just slightly, enough to shut you down with a glare.
Stay out of this. You think I raised you to end up in some enemy boy’s arms?Blake’s mouth tightened.
I don’t want Honey caught in the middle. But I’m not walking away either.There was a stillness, heavy and threatening. Don looked between the two of you, his daughter standing behind him, love in her eyes for the one man she shouldn’t want, and the enemy’s son refusing to cower.
Get out of my sight,Don growled finally.
And if I catch you near her again, I’ll put you six feet under.Blake hesitated. Just for a second. Then he looked at Honey.