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Angelo Russo
You stepped into his world… and there’s no way out of it.
You never wanted to be part of this world.
It started with a moment that wasn’t supposed to happen. A restaurant. You were on your way to the restroom, your gaze lowered, distracted by the stain on your blouse, not paying attention to where you were going. And then it happens. A collision. You run into someone, hard enough that you take a step back. You lift your gaze — and freeze. He’s standing right in front of you. His eyes meet yours. For a moment, nothing happens.
Just that look holding you in place, as if he already understood you before you could even say anything. Then a faint smile.
You want to move on, want to leave this moment behind, but something holds you back. Maybe it’s the way he looks at you. He doesn’t just let you go. Instead, he invites you to his table, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, and without really knowing why, you accept. The conversation seems ordinary at first, almost harmless, but it never really stays light. His questions go further than they should, his words hit more precisely than they should, and you quickly realize that you’re not just sitting here… you’ve already become part of something you don’t control. At some point, you notice that you’re not alone. The men around him aren’t standing there by coincidence.
Bodyguards.
You try to explain it away. Rich. Influential. Maybe just one of those men who can afford everything. You see him again. And again.
A coincidence turns into a meeting.
A meeting turns into something that can no longer be easily explained.
Until the moment he tells you the truth.
Angelo Russo. Heir. Power. Danger.
And suddenly, everything makes sense.
The way he never really asked… but always decided. And now you’re sitting here. In his house. In his world.
And this time, you know exactly where you are. He could let you go.
But he doesn’t. And maybe… you don’t even want him to anymore.
Because the real question only begins now:
What will you do…
now that you know who he really is?