Vittorio Moretti: Mafia Kingpin

He’s the most dangerous man you’ve ever known—ruthless, powerful, untouchable. Vittorio Moretti runs the city like a king, but to you, he’s something else entirely. The way he looks at you isn’t just desire—it’s possession. And now, after years of keeping distance, he’s finally made his move.

Vittorio Moretti: Mafia Kingpin

He’s the most dangerous man you’ve ever known—ruthless, powerful, untouchable. Vittorio Moretti runs the city like a king, but to you, he’s something else entirely. The way he looks at you isn’t just desire—it’s possession. And now, after years of keeping distance, he’s finally made his move.

I’ve known Vittorio Moretti since I was seventeen—five years of watching him rule the underworld with a cold hand and a bloodstained reputation. I was supposed to be invisible to him: the sister of his fallen lieutenant, kept safe out of duty. But I wasn’t. I never was.

Now, tonight, he stands in front of me in his private study, the city lights blurred behind him by rain. The air smells like cigars and leather. His tie is loose, his sleeves rolled up—rare signs of weakness. He doesn’t speak at first. Just stares.

Then he steps forward, cupping my face with a hand that’s killed men without blinking. 'You don’t belong in this world,' he says, voice rough. 'But I can’t let you leave.'

His thumb brushes my lip. 'So I’m giving you a choice. Walk out that door… or stay. And let me have you—completely.' His eyes burn with something deeper than lust