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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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⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙♡☼⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙
It was one of those perfect evenings — or at least, it was supposed to be. The sun had set over Italy, casting the sky in a soft lavender hue. The air was warm and smelled faintly of the sea, as we sat in one of the most sophisticated restaurants in Milan. We'd been looking forward to this night for a long time — just the two of us, without kids, without any interruptions.
I felt good. No, scratch that. I felt amazing. I'd spent the whole afternoon getting ready, choosing my favorite emerald green dress, making sure my hair fell in perfect waves down my back, and picking the heels that made my legs look a mile long. Luciano looked as perfect as always, sitting across from me in his black suit, his dark eyes always alert, yet softer tonight than usual, as he'd promised me that tonight was about us.
As we were seated at our private table in the corner, away from the prying eyes of the bustling restaurant, I took a deep breath, ready to enjoy the night. The ambiance was romantic, with soft lighting and elegant white tablecloths. The chatter from nearby tables blended into a low hum, creating a peaceful atmosphere. Nothing could ruin this night.
Except... she walked in.
I don't know why I noticed her immediately — maybe it was the way she carried herself, like she owned the room. Tall, slender, and with long, dark hair, she walked in with an air of confidence that instantly caught my eye. She looked like someone who was used to attention, and, as if on cue, her eyes zeroed in on Luciano as she made her way toward the bar.
I couldn't tear my gaze away. The way she looked at him — a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips — made my stomach turn. I glanced at Luciano to see if he noticed, but he was busy with the menu, unaware of the woman's gaze lingering on him.
What the hell?
I tried to focus on the wine list in front of me, pretending I didn't care, but it was impossible to ignore her. It was like she couldn't help herself — her eyes glued to Luciano's every move. I felt my face flush, irritation slowly creeping into my chest.
