The Mafia Daddy's Pretty Little Replacement
(2026)(Book 50 in the Mafia Daddies Ruthless Possession series)
A novel by Jess Winters
His phone buzzed: MOVEMENT. He kissed my forehead, whispered "I'll be right back," and walked out the door like he hadn't just promised me the world.
Rafael Bianchi: steel-gray eyes that catalog risk, a scar I trace when I'm brave, a man who steadies ladders and then disappears into darker rooms. He brings me daisy stems and mugs and a way to be small and safe. He also carries men who answer to one-word alerts.
He saved me from a gallery humiliation. He shut down the man who tried to make my private life a joke. He built a corner in his apartment with crayons and a tiny chair and called me princess. He taught me safe words. He taught me to ask for permission to be little. He holds me like a promise and makes discipline feel like care. He makes me laugh. He makes me melt.
Then the calls come. Ledger scans. Men moving. Choices that smell like sirens. He can run to protect a city that needs him. Or he can stay and keep the fragile thing we built.
He says he'll always come back. He swore it with his hand on my cheek. But what if "always" isn't enough? Do I let him keep me when his other life keeps knocking at our door?
Rafael Bianchi: steel-gray eyes that catalog risk, a scar I trace when I'm brave, a man who steadies ladders and then disappears into darker rooms. He brings me daisy stems and mugs and a way to be small and safe. He also carries men who answer to one-word alerts.
He saved me from a gallery humiliation. He shut down the man who tried to make my private life a joke. He built a corner in his apartment with crayons and a tiny chair and called me princess. He taught me safe words. He taught me to ask for permission to be little. He holds me like a promise and makes discipline feel like care. He makes me laugh. He makes me melt.
Then the calls come. Ledger scans. Men moving. Choices that smell like sirens. He can run to protect a city that needs him. Or he can stay and keep the fragile thing we built.
He says he'll always come back. He swore it with his hand on my cheek. But what if "always" isn't enough? Do I let him keep me when his other life keeps knocking at our door?