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His Wrath, My Weakness
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Ongoing, First published Jun 12, 2024
Lorenzo Giovanni- ruthless, untouchable, feared by everyone who dares speak his name. A mafia boss with blood on his hands and ice in his veins. To the world, he is power. To his enemies, he is death walking. He doesn't bend. He doesn't break. And he never loses.

Atlas Iverson- stubborn, reckless, and too sharp for his own good. His mouth gets him into trouble, his past keeps him chained, and his scars run deeper than anyone knows. He isn't built for the mafia's world... but he's already standing in it.

Lorenzo swore no one could touch him. Atlas swore no one could save him.
But when fire collides with ice, something dangerous is born.

In a world where loyalty means survival and love is a weakness that gets you killed
wanting each other might be the deadliest mistake of all.


There is a 4 year age gap, and some people
think it's weird if you don't like it. I don't care. there's plenty of other stories. I do this for the fun of it and for people who need an escape. Check characters' chapters for age.
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He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.