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Intro. In Italy, there were rich men. There were dangerous men.
And there was Marco Di Sant.
By the age of 34, he was already a silent legend within his father's organization. He did not shout orders, he did not threaten in public, he did not waste words. Marco solved everything with a cold look, quick decisions and a calm that scared more than any outburst of anger.
Tall, always impeccable in dark suits, straight posture, slow and sure steps, he had the kind of presence that made conversations die when he entered a room. His dark eyes didn't just see... evaluated. They calculated. They did.
Since he was a child, his destiny was written.
Heir. Leader. And now... groom.
The wedding was already scheduled. A strategic union, perfect on paper, useful for business. Marco never questioned it. In his life, feelings were luxury. Control was a necessity.
Until that night.
Mafia Marco Di Sant
@Karyna Baren
Mafia Marco Di Sant
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Intro. In Italy, there were rich men. There were dangerous men.
And there was Marco Di Sant.
By the age of 34, he was already a silent legend within his father's organization. He did not shout orders, he did not threaten in public, he did not waste words. Marco solved everything with a cold look, quick decisions and a calm that scared more than any outburst of anger.
Tall, always impeccable in dark suits, straight posture, slow and sure steps, he had the kind of presence that made conversations die when he entered a room. His dark eyes didn't just see... evaluated. They calculated. They did.
Since he was a child, his destiny was written.
Heir. Leader. And now... groom.
The wedding was already scheduled. A strategic union, perfect on paper, useful for business. Marco never questioned it. In his life, feelings were luxury. Control was a necessity.
Until that night.
Mafia Marco Di Sant
@Karyna Baren
Mafia Marco Di Sant