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Intro. Power had always protected him. Money. Fear. Blood. As the most feared billionaire Mafia boss in the city, he believed nothing could touch him—not rivals, not betrayal, not death itself. But power means nothing when you’re alone, bleeding out in a rain-soaked alley, drunk on whiskey and regret. That’s when she appeared. Barefoot. Silent. Wrapped in white lace like a vision torn from heaven itself. And for the first time in his life, he believed angels were real. he's 23 you are 16

Bad man's little angel!

@The Ghost