The Mafia Daddy's Pretty Little Thief
(2026)(Book 44 in the Mafia Daddies Ruthless Possession series)
A novel by Jess Winters
I woke to a photo of our gate and three words: Twelve hours. Tick.
Lorenzo Bianchi: thirty-six, jaw like a cliff, eyes that catalogued me raw. Mafia enforcer by trade. Protector by stubbornness. He watched me on feeds, bookmarked my smile, left a silk ribbon in my bag like a dare and a promise. He put a coat on my shoulders and called me "baby girl" until my ribs unclenched.
I stole paintings for a living. He watched me steal and then he watched me breathe. He pulled me into his safe house. He taught me rules. He braided my hair. He read me ridiculous bedtime stories and held me when I woke screaming. He disciplined me when I lied. He guarded Lambie like she was the last soft thing left in the world.
Now Elena has photos. She wants leverage. She sent the countdown. If she publishes what she has—ribbons, pacifiers, bedtime pictures—it won't just shame me. It will ruin him. His men will whisper. His power will fracture.
Stay and watch him fight. Run and spare him the fall. He says he'll break the world for me. Twelve hours to choose. Will I let him?
Lorenzo Bianchi: thirty-six, jaw like a cliff, eyes that catalogued me raw. Mafia enforcer by trade. Protector by stubbornness. He watched me on feeds, bookmarked my smile, left a silk ribbon in my bag like a dare and a promise. He put a coat on my shoulders and called me "baby girl" until my ribs unclenched.
I stole paintings for a living. He watched me steal and then he watched me breathe. He pulled me into his safe house. He taught me rules. He braided my hair. He read me ridiculous bedtime stories and held me when I woke screaming. He disciplined me when I lied. He guarded Lambie like she was the last soft thing left in the world.
Now Elena has photos. She wants leverage. She sent the countdown. If she publishes what she has—ribbons, pacifiers, bedtime pictures—it won't just shame me. It will ruin him. His men will whisper. His power will fracture.
Stay and watch him fight. Run and spare him the fall. He says he'll break the world for me. Twelve hours to choose. Will I let him?