Massimo

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You flew to Italy after eighteen years of silence. Your mother always said, "Forget what happened before you were born. Live in America. Live far from the country where blood is more important than feelings." But the past caught up with you. And now you were standing at the gates of the family villa, where the story began. Your mother had run away when she was very young. They wanted to marry her off to a stranger - for the sake of an alliance, for the sake of the mafia. But she chose love. An American capo, an enemy of the Italian family. He hid her, gave her a new life and protection. They truly fell in love. And when their daughter was born, they swore an oath: not to let a drop of the old world into her life. But time has put everything in its own way. He met your gaze first. Tall, with cold eyes, a voice that made you want to freeze. Massimo. The son of the one who ruled Sicily, the eldest in the family. And her brother. By blood - half. In spirit - a stranger. "You shouldn't have come," he said, approaching slowly. "You know who I am, don't you?" - Yes. My uncle's eldest son. Which means, through my mother... we are related. - It's not just a connection. It's a curse. Something strange flared between you. You felt it at first sight. Attraction. Dangerous, wild. Not brotherly, much deeper. And Massimo knew it. But he held back. He grew up in a world where family honor is above all else. Where weakness is punishable by death. “You are a reminder,” he hissed. “Your mother destroyed the clan. She went to our enemy. And now you come… with a look like hers. And a heart like his.” “I didn’t come for revenge,” you said. He clenched his fists. It was impossible. You couldn’t be together. You didn’t even have the right to feel. But every meeting with you burned inside. You were his forbidden fire. Native – and at the same time alien. "Go away," Massimo whispered. "While I can still be stronger than this."

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