Chapter 144

"Come with me!"

Rosana led him to the bed and made him lie down. After securing herself on top of him, he gently guided her hands to his bare chest, his eyes locked onto hers. As her palms traced the contours of his muscles, he slowly lowered them down to his stomach. Despite the tattoos that covered his skin, her fingers instinctively found the raised lines of the scars.

"Oh my god!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she remained silent, not wanting to probe further into the painful memories that lingered beneath. She had already heard enough about his father's cruelty, and the thought of revisiting those horrors was too much to bear.

"After I killed my father, I took control of the Mafia. I was just a little boy, inexperienced and underestimated by many. They thought I was too young to lead, and numerous plots were fucking hatched to overthrow me. Some hired skilled assassins to take me out, while others attempted to do the job themselves. The rest tried to exploit those closest to