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As Luciano entered the dimly lit room—which smelled of whiskey, cigars, and a faint undertone of gunpowder—every eye turned toward him. A low murmur started in every corner, and hateful, opportunistic gazes lingered on him.But Luciano remained indifferent, striding straight forward until he stopped in front of the heads of the Centre, who were sitting beside the chairperson, Alessandro Valentino.The moment the Pakhan saw the Don, he launched himself forward in a rage. Before he could reach Luciano, Luca intercepted him, catching him and holding him back.“Let go of me,” the Pakhan barked.Luca didn't hesitate; he shoved the man back and stepped directly between him and the Don, glaring at the Pakhan in silent warning.
Renzo tapped his small chin, thinking it over before replying. “They are… nice,” he said, then looked at Rosa with a bright smile. “And Nonna Luciana is so good to you. She even cooks for you.”Rosa's heart swelled, and she ruffled his dark hair affectionately as a tender smile graced her lips. “Yes, they are very nice. And you know, Nonno Edoardo was actually my grandfather’s childhood friend.”“Really?” Renzo's eyes went wide with pure eagerness.“Yes, sweetie,” she replied softly.“Tell me more!”Rosa pressed her lips together, her face lighting up with playful excitement. “Okay, come with me to the kitchen. I will tell you some stories about my childhood while I prepare lunch.”“Okay, but I want pizza!” Renzo negotiated quickly.Rosa let out a soft sigh, a chuckle escaping her. She should have known. “Okay, baby,” she said, kissing the top of her son's head.Hand in hand, the two of them began walking toward the kitchen.*In the evening, Luciano searched for Rosa’s number in his
Reid pushed the door open with such urgency that both Luca and Luciano instantly snapped their heads toward the entrance. When they saw how pale Reid's face had turned, their brows furrowed in deep concern.“What’s wrong with you, Reid?” Luca asked first, his tone sharp. “How can you enter without knocking?”Reid frowned, shooting him a glare. “I am the Underboss, Luca. At least show me some respect.”“I only take orders from the Boss,” Luca replied defiantly.“Luca!” Luciano hissed.Luca immediately lowered his head and stepped back into line. Luciano stood up from his leather chair and walked over to Reid, his intense eyes locking onto his best friend. “Tell me what made you look like your darkest secret was just broadcast on the news.” Reid winced slightly at the statement. He looked down at his phone, swiped the screen to open the text message he had just received, and handed the device to Luciano.Luciano read the message. His face remained perfectly cold, but his eyes turned co
Renzo’s voice broke the spellbinding moment.“Oh god, living with a couple is so difficult.”His tired, dramatic voice made Rosa and Luciano both turn to look at their four-year-old, who was covering his eyes with his small hands.“Please, Mommy, Daddy, if you two are going to kiss, tell me in advance so I can close my eyes,” Renzo added in a whining tone.Luciano shook his head at his son. “Rosie, I am telling you, he is watching too many videos.”“And whose fault is that?” Rosa snapped in a low voice.Luciano simply rubbed the back of his neck before leaning in and quickly pecking her lips. Rosa’s eyes widened in surpri
“No,” he murmured in shock. “I didn't even know that you used to play chess.”Rosa nodded while resetting the board for another game. She and Renzo were going to keep playing until the little boy was tired enough to sleep. He was feeling weak after yesterday's chemo session, but he still wasn't tired enough to stay in bed all day. Keeping him busy was a tough task for Rosa, especially since he hated being left alone.“If you were a school champion, then why did you stop playing?” Luciano asked, stepping closer. “You should have continued.”The words had barely left his mouth when she replied flatly, “I got married.”Luciano’s face turned cold. He stared at her for a long, heavy moment before he finally spoke. “As I remember, there was no such rule in our marriage that required you to leave your hobbies behind.”Hobbies!Rosa’s hands froze over the board, her fingers tightening around a pawn. Chess wasn’t a hobby. It was her passion—a dream of becoming a world champion that now remaine
When Rosa gave him an upset stare—even though she was secretly giggling inside at his intense admiration—Luciano made that same innocent, sad face and whispered, "Trust me."Rosa turned away quickly to finally let out the smile that had been threatening to break for so long. She walked toward the bedroom door, calling out over her shoulder, "Both of you, come downstairs quickly. I am serving breakfast.""Okay, Mommy!" Renzo piped up.Simultaneously, the exact same words echoed from Luciano in a mocked toddler voice: "Okay, Mommy!"Rosa rolled her eyes and left the room, while Luciano scooped Renzo up and carried him into the bathroom to freshen up after his long night's sleep. Together, father and son washed their faces and brushed their teeth side by side, before Luciano finally carried the boy down the stairs.When they arrived at the breakfast table, Luciano stopped dead in his tracks, utterly stunned by the sheer amount of food Rosa had prepared.She was just setting down a heavy
Early that morning, Luciano’s grandmother’s condition suddenly took a turn for the worse. She began struggling to breathe and was rushed to the hospital immediately. As soon as Luciano received the news, he raced there.His grandfather was already by his wife's side, but the moment Luciano entered
“Renzo,” the child replied. “What’s your name?”“Luciano,” he answered, a rare warmth in his voice.Renzo reached out and solemnly shook Luciano’s hand. “My mom says two men should always shake hands when they are introduced.”“Your mom sounds like a very wise lady,” Luciano said, impressed by the b
Rosa’s eyes widened in shock as she watched her mafia ex-husband approach, his gaze still hooded with sleep…and something darker, something wanting. He was dressed casually now—a black polo and beige pants—but even like this, he exuded danger.He stopped beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoul
“Yes,” the nurse reassured her gently. “He’s doing well. This course of treatment is complete. The doctor will speak with you tomorrow and explain when to bring him back for follow-ups.” With that, the nurse hurried after Dr. DeLuca as he continued his usual rounds. The news of this change spread







