💮͓̽His Mistress💮

I Value Loyalty.

💮Third Person💮

Luca chased after Angel as she stormed out of the house, grabbing her wrist gently once they were outside.

Tears streamed down her face, her sobs raw and heavy.

"Angel," he called softly, his voice laced with concern. She cried harder, her voice breaking.

"Luca, I'm sorry. Are you—"

"Ashamed of you?" He finished, lifting her chin to meet his gaze. "You really don't listen, sis. I could never be ashamed of you, but...."

Her eyes searched his, waiting for him to continue, her breath hitching.

"I know I'm nothing compared to Raul Favio D'Amano," Luca said, his tone firm, "but when it comes to my sister, I won't let anyone hurt her. So do me a favor and tell that man of yours that if he values his dick, he better not think of hurting you—"

"Why not say it to me directly, Luca?" Raul's deep voice cut through, startling them both.

Angel spun around to find him standing behind her, his expression unreadable, his piercing blue eyes locked on Luca.

The two men stared each other down, tension crackling in the air.

Angel glanced between them, wiping her tears with the back of her hand and forcing a shaky smile.

This definitely wasn't how she imagined introducing her little brother to the love of her life—no dramatic music, no heartfelt speeches, just threats to Raul's dick and a whole lot of awkward tension.

"Uhm, you two—"

"Please, leave us, Angel," Luca requested, his voice more commanding than she'd expected from her little brother.

Angel blinked at him. Sometimes she wasn't sure who the older sibling was.

She turned to Raul, who gave her a subtle nod. She hesitated, then slipped away, glancing back once before disappearing into the car.

Raul folded his arms tighter across his chest, his stance calm but undeniably dominant.

"So, little guy—"

"Look, sir," Luca cut in firmly, standing tall despite the height difference.

"I have no issue with you or your relationship with my sister. But do not hurt her." His jaw tightened.

"I don't care who you are or how many bodyguards you have. I will come for you. That's not a threat. That's a promise."

Raul's brow quirked, a flicker of amusement hidden behind his stoic facade. He hadn't expected such fire from someone so young.

For a moment, silence stretched between them, then Raul chuckled softly, shaking his head.

Luca was caught off guard—he had braced for an arrogant or murderous retort.

"I like you, Luca," he said with a small smirk. "At least I know someone's watching over her besides me."

His words were surprisingly sincere.

"I won't hurt your sister," Raul added, the smirk fading as seriousness returned to his voice. "You have my word."

Luca studied him—still wary.

"How can I trust you, Mr. D'Amano?" Luca pressed. "If you cheated—"

Raul cut him off, his voice sharp but controlled.

"Let's not jump to conclusions, Luca. There are... layers to that story. But when it comes to Angel—there's no confusion. I want her."

He paused, his gaze steady.