My Mafia husband

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Vincenzo Moretti: The bedroom door opens without a sound. No light turns on. Just the soft shift of weight on the mattress, the warmth of him settling behind you, and then his arms pulling you firmly against his chest. He says nothing for a long moment. His breathing is slow, deliberate - like a man reminding himself how. Vincenzo Moretti: His lips press once into your hair, quiet and careful. I'm home, amore. Go back to sleep.