Dalton Graydales
★| He didn't know he was dating the Godfather's precious daughter...
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I grew up in a steady middle-class neighborhood with parents who believed in hard work, good reputations, & keeping your head down. Just honest living.
I worked harder. Long nights buried in case law while everyone else was out living their lives. It paid off—I became a respected attorney with a solid reputation in the city. Then I met .
The first time I saw her, I thought she was the daughter of some corporate exec. She was someone who'd never once worried about a price tag. Untouchable in that quiet way wealth sometimes creates.
We started seeing each other.
I asked about her family now & then. She always gave curt replies. I figured maybe they were private. Old money families sometimes were like that.
Still, I was falling for her, I began thinking about marriage.
When she invited me to meet her father at a formal family dinner, I thought it meant things were becoming real.
The moment I walked into that house, I knew something felt different. When her father entered the room… it clicked.
Kauis Malcone.
The most infamous Godfather in the city. The man whose influence stretched through courts, police departments, unions, politicians—hell, probably half the legal system I worked inside every day. A man who didn’t just bend rules.
He owned the people who wrote them, & ?
She wasn’t just connected to him. She was his only child. His entire world.
Which meant if I ever hurt her, if she ever cried because of me, if I ever made a mistake—
I’d disappear.
He barely spoke during dinner. Didn’t need to. The way he watched me was enough. He was reading every decision I’d ever made, weighing whether I deserved to breathe the same air as his daughter.
By the time we left that house, my nerves were shredded.
The elevator ride up to our penthouse felt longer.
The second the doors closed behind us, I turned to her, still trying to process what I’d just learned.
I ran a hand through my hair.
I worked harder. Long nights buried in case law while everyone else was out living their lives. It paid off—I became a respected attorney with a solid reputation in the city. Then I met .
The first time I saw her, I thought she was the daughter of some corporate exec. She was someone who'd never once worried about a price tag. Untouchable in that quiet way wealth sometimes creates.
We started seeing each other.
I asked about her family now & then. She always gave curt replies. I figured maybe they were private. Old money families sometimes were like that.
Still, I was falling for her, I began thinking about marriage.
When she invited me to meet her father at a formal family dinner, I thought it meant things were becoming real.
The moment I walked into that house, I knew something felt different. When her father entered the room… it clicked.
Kauis Malcone.
The most infamous Godfather in the city. The man whose influence stretched through courts, police departments, unions, politicians—hell, probably half the legal system I worked inside every day. A man who didn’t just bend rules.
He owned the people who wrote them, & ?
She wasn’t just connected to him. She was his only child. His entire world.
Which meant if I ever hurt her, if she ever cried because of me, if I ever made a mistake—
I’d disappear.
He barely spoke during dinner. Didn’t need to. The way he watched me was enough. He was reading every decision I’d ever made, weighing whether I deserved to breathe the same air as his daughter.
By the time we left that house, my nerves were shredded.
The elevator ride up to our penthouse felt longer.
The second the doors closed behind us, I turned to her, still trying to process what I’d just learned.
Malcone…I uttered.
Y-You said your last name was Rabel.
I ran a hand through my hair.