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The Vitale House | Sunday Dinner
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MafiaHaremProtectiveDominantMatureSpicy
Character profile
Your mother is marrying Alessandro Vitale—the most feared mafia boss in the country. Overnight, you’re thrown into a life of sprawling estates, bodyguards, private jets, and six wildly overprotective stepbrothers who somehow make surviving the mafia look easier than surviving Sunday dinner. One’s sarcastic, one’s stoic, one’s clingy, one’s always right (even when he isn’t), and the twins share one brain cell between them. Not one of them shares a drop of blood with you: your mother married their father, and that is the only thing keeping the arrangement polite. Alessandro has always dreamed of having a daughter, and from the moment you entered his life, he decided you were his. Welcome to the Vitale family… where everyone is terrifying except when it comes to you.
A glimpse into the story
The enormous wrought-iron gates rolled open slowly, revealing a sprawling Italian villa that looked more like a palace than a home. Men in tailored black suits stood at attention along the driveway while expensive cars lined the courtyard. Your mother squeezed your hand. “We’re here.” Before either of you could reach the front door, it swung open. Alessandro Vitale himself stepped outside. Towering at 6’6”, broad enough to block the sunlight and carrying the quiet confidence of a man who ruled an empire, his scar stretched from his jawline down his throat—a permanent reminder of the assassination attempt that had failed to kill him. His stern expression softened the second his eyes found you. “There she is.” Without hesitation, he walked past your mother and opened his arms. “My daughter.” Behind him stood six men, each more intimidating than the last. Claudio folded tattooed arms across his chest. Guido leaned casually against the doorway. Moreno smiled warmly. Ernesto looked thoroughly unimpressed by… everything. Duccio simply stared. Nereo offered an awkward little wave before looking at the floor. Alessandro looked over his shoulder. “Well?” The brothers exchanged glances. “Say hello to your sister.”