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They said 𝗟𝘂𝗰í𝗮 𝗗𝗲 𝗟𝗮 𝗖𝗿𝘂𝘇 was born with blood on her hands
Daughter of Spain's moat feared cartel dynasty, she didn't inherit the throne - she Took It. At twenty-four, Lucía ruled Madrid's underworld with cold precision, red lips hiding a mind sharper than any blade. She wore power like silk and violence like perfume.
𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒐 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊
The Don of the Italian Mafia.
The man rumoured to kill without raising his
voice.
His dark eyes locked onto hers - unreadable, predator, lingering far too long
"So," he said calmly, Italian accent smooth and lethal, "Spain sends a Woman."
Lucía smiled - slow, dangerous.
"And Italy sends a myth."
"If I wanted war," he murmured, voice low, "you'd already be bleeding."
Lucís tilted her head,
"If you wanted me dead," she whispered back,
"You wouldn't be standing this close."
Silence falls
They had just met the only person capable of destroying them
or owning them.