𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘉𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘟 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵
𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓃𝑜 𝒩𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓈 𝒟𝑒 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒶 is known as the head of the De Luca mafia, a man whose name strikes fear across the criminal underworld. R...
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The sound of low rumbling woke me. My head jolted up, heart racing, as my surroundings came into focus.
This wasn't my bed.
The seat beneath me felt plush and unfamiliar, and I realized I wasn't in a bedroom at all—I was on a jet plane. The soft hum of the engines and the faint glow of sunlight peeking through the small windows made the whole scene feel surreal.
Before I could fully gather my bearings, I turned my head and caught sight of Luciano sitting beside me, his ever-present smirk firmly in place. His dark eyes glimmered with amusement as he leaned back, arms crossed, watching me like I was the most entertaining show he'd ever seen.
"Why are we here?" I blurted out, my voice still groggy with sleep.
He raised an eyebrow. "Did you forget about the wedding?"
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and I let out a soft giggle. "Oops," I admitted, covering my face with my hands.
He chuckled deeply, the sound vibrating through the cabin. "Oops, indeed."
I peeked at him through my fingers, my smile widening. "Why didn't you wake me up? I could've changed my clothes!"
Luciano's gaze flickered downward, and his smirk deepened. "You looked too peaceful to wake up. Besides..." His eyes lingered on my current outfit, a simple yet comfortable sundress. "You look fine as you are."
I gave him a grateful smile. "Well, thank you for sparing me from your critique."
As the plane touched down, I stretched and yawned, still a little disoriented. We disembarked and headed toward a sleek black car waiting for us on the tarmac. A private driver stood by, holding the door open.
Sliding into the backseat, I glanced around. Something felt... off. My eyes brushed forward, scanning the interior, then turned to Luciano with a puzzled expression. "Where's the suitcase?"
He leaned back in his seat, utterly unbothered. "We're only staying until tomorrow. I bought you the dress you'll need—it's a surprise."
"A surprise, huh?" I raised an eyebrow but smiled, intrigued. "And what about my night clothes?"
