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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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There are a few things in life that you can plan for, but nothing ever quite goes according to plan—especially when you're Luciano De Luca and have a family that's constantly throwing curveballs at you.
It all started with Rosaline deciding that we needed a vacation. And not just any vacation. A trip to Las Vegas. At first, I wasn't convinced. I mean, who in their right mind takes their children to a city known for wild parties, neon lights, and gambling? But Rosaline, being the spontaneous and adventure-loving person she is, had already decided.
"Luciano, I think it'll be good for us," she said, eyes sparkling as she sat beside me at the dining table one afternoon. "We need to unwind, and Vegas sounds perfect!"
I couldn't argue with that. It had been a while since we did anything just for fun, and I had to admit, the idea of getting away from business for a while was appealing.
So, we did what any family with a private jet would do: We packed up, grabbed the kids—Alessio and Hazel—and boarded the plane the next morning.
I swear, it was supposed to be a quick, relaxing flight. But then Alessio, as usual, turned everything into an adventure. He couldn't sit still for five minutes, and Hazel, being only a year old, decided that she would scream the entire time because, apparently, she hated being strapped into her seat.
"You think the pilot can fly faster?" Alessio asked, his face pressed against the window as he watched the clouds below.
"Not really, buddy," I replied, glancing back at him while trying to soothe Hazel. "But look at the view! Isn't it amazing?"
He seemed unimpressed. "It's just clouds. I want to be in Vegas."
Rosaline, who had been attempting to calm Hazel for the last hour, finally passed her over to me. "Here, your turn."
I took Hazel into my arms, cradling her against my chest. She finally stopped crying, but she didn't look too happy with the situation.
"You're killing me, Hazel," I muttered, kissing her forehead. "Mom's going to kill me when she finds out you've turned me into a human pacifier."