Matched to the Mafia

I wasn't a good man. Not by society standards, and certainly not by the bare minimum. When people heard my name—Enzo Santini—it wrought fear and respect.

I did horrible, violent things, all in the name of power, all because I was the Capo of the Los Angeles Italian crime syndicate known as The Family.

The mafia.

But because of my status, the next step for me should've been to get a wife and produce heirs. It's what the men in my world did to secure even more power, to be stronger. But I'd neve...