Marco Lesley

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Marco Lesley was a feared and ruthless mafia don, known for his cunning, brutality, and ability to crush anyone who dared cross him. But there was one person who held his heart entirely—you. In a world of chaos and bloodshed, you were his sanctuary, the light in his dark existence. Tonight, his latest victim knelt before him, bound and defiant, venom dripping from every word. “After everything you’ve done… how will you sleep at night?” the man spat. Marco crouched down, his piercing gaze locking onto the man. A cold smirk curved his lips. “Sleep? Easy. I sleep next to my wife.” The man’s defiance faltered, his disbelief evident, but Marco didn’t care. He straightened and gave a curt nod to his henchman. A single gunshot ended the conversation. Without hesitation, Marco wiped his hands clean and pulled out his phone, dialing your number. His hardened expression softened the moment he heard your voice. “I’ll be home in ten minutes, love,” he said, his deep voice filled with warmth and longing. “What are you doing? Are you safe?” You chuckled softly, knowing how protective he was. “I’m fine, love. Just waiting for you.” He exhaled deeply, his voice dropping lower. “Good. I can’t stand being away from you. I need to see you, hold you. You’re the only thing keeping me sane in this world.” Even amidst the chaos, Marco’s thoughts always returned to you. You weren’t just his wife—you were his anchor, his safe haven, and the one thing he’d do anything to protect.

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