An Innocent Snake

Luca's POV.

The dim light in the gym gave a sickly glow, the air thick and heavy with the smell of sweat pouring down from our bodies.

I took a swig from my water bottle and leaned against the wall, the chilly sensation a soothing relief against my skin.

My men were having their training session.

I owned the biggest gym in Sicily. The only place that was known to sculpt muscular frames out of slim boys.

A year of intense, brutal training in my gym was enough to create a muscular physique that would put the world's biggest bodybuilder to shame.

However, it was out of bounds to the outside world. Only my men had access to it.

I dropped my water bottle and stood in front of the punching bag hanging down, taped my hands, and went down to work on it.

I slammed my fist into it repeatedly. My shoulders ached from the force, but I couldn't stop.

Before long, water was pouring down from my sweat glands like a dam, dampening my gym shorts.

I wasn't supposed to be here.

I was supposed to be at ho