Mafia's Don Forbidden Love

Entangled Shadows

Victoria sat in the dimly lit office, the air heavy with anticipation. After the disconcerting encounter in the private quarters, she retreated to her room until Tony fetched her and ushered her back to the enigmatic man's office. Now, they both waited in uneasy silence for him to arrive and unravel the mysteries that bound her fate.

The room seemed to echo with the weight of unspoken questions, and Victoria's mind buzzed with uncertainty. The tension in the air was palpable as every passing moment stretched into an eternity. She fidgeted with her trembling hands, anxiety gnawing at the edges of her consciousness.

Tony, standing stoically by the door, offered no reassurance. His demeanor hinted at a conflict of allegiance, torn between duty and a subtle sense of empathy. Victoria glanced around the office, the same room where she had faced both confusion and fear earlier.

"I'm sorry for what I did..." Victoria uttered quietly, her gaze fixed on the ground. The weight of the recent events hung in the air, and silence enveloped the room. Breaking the quietude, Tony's voice cut through, "It's okay, it's just a scratch. Boss is probably more pissed about how dear the lamp was." A faint chuckle escaped him, injecting a momentary lightness into the tense atmosphere.

"I-i can pay him back, is this what this meeting is about, i-i didn't mean to cause trouble," Victoria interjected, her words punctuated with nervous stammers. The uncertainty in her eyes betrayed a mix of remorse and anxiety.

"No, it's not about the lamp, Victoria. We need a conversation about why you are here," Luciano finally made his appearance, his tone carrying a weight of authority. "I'm Luciano Moretti..." he introduced himself, but the name sounded vaguely familiar to Victoria. Confused, she looked at him, prompting a sharp response, "Don't lie and pretend you don't know who I am."

Startled, she met his eyes, "I promise you I-i don't," she said truthfully. Luciano sighed, then revealed his identity with a casual, "I'm the don of the Italian mafia." A gasp escaped Victoria as she realized where she heard that name before – her father. The man her father despised, the one linked to the worsening abuse.

"Why am I here, sir?" she asked quietly. "My name is Luciano, use it. Well, your father stole my shipments and 6 million dollars from me, so in exchange, I stole his precious daughter," he explained bluntly, unraveling the mystery behind her forced presence. Stunned, Victoria processed the revelation. "And what are you getting from this?" she questioned.

"Easy... I've told your father he can get you back if he pays 10 million," Luciano revealed. A disbelieving laugh escaped her, "My father doesn't have 10 million to spare." Luciano raised an eyebrow, countering, "Oh really, he doesn't? Then how come I see he just bought a new mansion for his new woman."

"What?" Victoria said, genuinely confused. Luciano continued, "Don't act like you don't know, sheltered princess. All this time, he has had you hidden away. You must be his precious gem." Staring at him, she got up, intending to leave. "Ah ah ah, you'll leave when you're told. Dinner will be ready in an hour," Luciano informed her, opening the door.

"Where's the kitchen?" Victoria asked, assuming she was to cook. "Three doors down," he said, shutting the door in her face. Walking towards the kitchen, she found herself alone in the unfamiliar space. After a quick survey, she located the ingredients to make chicken curry. 

The maid rushed in, relief evident on her face. "Thank God someone got them takeaway. There are four of them; plate up four plates quickly!" she exclaimed. Victoria swiftly plated the chicken curry and rice she had prepared. Following the maid into the dining room, she placed the plates on the table. The maid hurriedly left, leaving Victoria standing there.

"Sit," Luciano instructed. She complied, taking a seat beside him, waiting for the men to begin their meal. As the men dug into the curry, Tony complimented, "Cazzo, this is amazing." Victoria blushed at the praise, but before she could respond, a question hung in the air. "Yeah, we've never got curry before. Where did they order this from?" Tony inquired.

Before she could answer, the maid reentered the room, her disapproval evident. "What are you doing? You don't sit with them; you just make the food," the maid hissed at Victoria, grabbing her arm. "I'm so sorry, sir," the maid apologized to Luciano. "You made this?" Luciano questioned Victoria.

"Yeah..." she replied, her cheeks tinged with a blush as she looked at the floor. "It's okay, Lana. She's actually my guest," Luciano informed the maid, who released her grip on Victoria's arm. "Oh my, I am so sorry," Lana turned to Victoria. "It's okay," Victoria smiled, reassuring the maid. As she sat back down, the room settled into an awkward silence, punctuated only by the sounds of utensils against plates.

"Leave," Luciano ordered, and as Victoria began to stand up, he added, "Not you." Confused, she looked at him as Tony and the other unknown man left the room. "Why did you make the dinner? I'm not going to let you go just because you are being nice," he stated.

"You told me dinner was meant to be made in an hour?" she replied, her confusion evident. He stared at her for a while, and then, with a simple "Goodnight, Victoria," he got up. "Goodnight, Luciano," she said, also rising. His gaze lingered on her, an inexplicable emotion in his eyes, before he walked away. Victoria made her way up to her room, the enigma of Luciano Moretti lingering in her thoughts