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I haven't seen Luca for quite awhile now, but I know— he will come back for me. I saw the fire in his eyes. He wants me, just the same as I want him. All I need to do is make him fall in love with me even more so I can go to the next level— meeting his uncle.
And just as I had anticipated, there he is again. All that was required of Luca was a little prod. To his good fortune, his relative enjoys drinking tea. Oh, it's true that doing research the right way can pay off, and I seem to be doing extremely well at playing my cards right now. If he has lost interest, there is no reason for him to be in this room.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him after that sweet kiss. I'm not going to lie— I missed him. I missed his company and his not-so-smiley face.
"I was... going to ask if you're free for dinner." Luca is still holding me and his eyes never left my face.
I furrowed my brows. "It's not even five yet."
"So?" He looked lost.
"So? That means I am still at work. You shouldn't be kissing— uhmp!" He gave me another kiss and it made me giggle like a school girl. And I never do that— Ever. But with Luca, he's... it's... different with him.
"I will kiss you whenever I want... wherever I want."
I gave the tip of his nose a very gentle tap. "Aren't you a little... forward?"
"We're adults, Holly. We're old enough to make a baby if we want to."
When I suddenly opened my mouth in shock, he laughed. Even though he just came back to see me, Luca is already talking about having children. I mean, not that I want him to, but you get the point. To clarify, what I mean is that I want him to — Goddamit! It is so simple for him to throw me off my game, and I hate when he does that. It is going to prevent me from achieving my goals.
"I'm just kidding. No babies, just dinner. What do you say?"
I shouldn't say no. If I say no now, there's a slight chance that I will lose him for good and that cannot happen.
"Okay. We'll have dinner, but can we skip the fancy restaurants? I don't feel like dressing up and applying making up?" I asked him because I don't really have a lot of clothes to wear that would fit in those kind of places. And I am also not a fan of cosmetics.
"How about I cook dinner for us and you can just put your feet up while having wine? Would you like that?"
Tempting.
"Are you trying to get into my pants, Mr. Fazzari?" I glanced at the clock and I still have a few minutes left. I should get going and make sure the store is secured.
"You're not even wearing pants." Luca smirked. Right, I'm wearing a dress. This man notices everything and he's not like the others that I've met. It's too bad that I'm not here for a romantic relationship. I am not built for that and I am destined to be alone.
"Smarty pants. Wait for me outside then? I just need a few minutes to check everything before I leave the shop."
He nodded and sat at the corner while waiting for me. I thought he'd walk out the door and wait for me outside but Luca didn't. When I glanced at him, he was on his phone reading. A few seconds later, he was typing. When I'm finally done, I walked towards him to let him know that I'm good to go.
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We hit traffic on the way to my apartment from the grocery store. I don't have a lot of food in my fridge and he offered to shop so we went to a local market.
"Are you sure you want to cook? Aren't you tired from work?" I asked him even though I know, his work is not really physical. It involves a lot of talking, negotiations and mental strategies.
"It's fine, Holly. Don't worry about it."
We finally arrived at the parking lot. I helped him with the grocery bags. After washing his hands, he started preparing the ingredients. Meanwhile, I told him that I'm just going to take a quick shower. I feel sticky from working at the tea shop all day. While having a shower, I made sure that I scrubbed myself really well. I used the lavander soap this time to set the mood.
"Hey, what are you cooking?" I'm all dressed now. My hair is still a little damp, but it's not dripping.
"I made creamy shrimp risotto and stuffed peppers. Something easy. Is that okay? I forgot to ask if you have allergies." He looked worried. Luca has also cleaned up the kitchen. Amazing!
Everything appeared to be amazing, and now my mouth is watering just looking at it. "Are you trying to make me get fat?" Instead of responding to his inquiry, I questioned him with that statement. Luca cracked a grin. "I am not allergic to any of the foods, and they all looked delicious. Please allow me to prepare the table so that you won't have the chanceto tell me I'm worthless."
Luca let me do my thing but I felt his stares and when I couldn't take it anymore, I stopped and faced him.
"What is it?"
"Nothing."
I raised a brow. "I don't belive you. Spill. What is it?"
"Do you believe in love at first sight?" I saw him swallowed twice.
"Love at first sight?" I made a wrinkle between my brows. "Nope." I even popped a P on that one. "Do you?"
"Not really. I just... I feel weird." Luca certainly looked like it as he stares at me.
"Weird?" He nodded. "Weird good or weird bad?"
"It's more like in the middle. It's like I can get used to this." I furrowed my brows even more. "Like I'd cook dinner and you'd set the table then we'll dance after dinner."
HOLLYThe estate was quiet, the kind of silence that pressed against the skin and made every breath feel heavier. Giovanni had summoned me again, but this time Luca was with me. He had returned from his business trip, his eyes sharper, his presence grounding.We walked together through the winding paths of Giovanni’s gardens, past marble statues and ancient oaks, until the air shifted. Ahead, nestled in a secluded corner of the estate, were two graves.I froze.The names carved into the stone were ones I had carried in my heart all my life.My mother. My father.I had visited my mother’s grave in the United States once, years ago. I remembered the flowers, the stone, the emptiness. Because that grave had been empty. Her remains were not there.And now, here they were.Her name etched into marble, beside my father’s. His death had followed hers, a shadow chasing light.I felt my chest tighten, my breath catch. Luca’s hand brushed mine, steady, grounding.Giovanni stood nearby, his eyes
HOLLYA week had passed since the dinner. A week since Adelina’s banishment, since Giovanni’s judgment, since the silence of the families had sealed her fate.I thought the storm had ended. But storms have a way of lingering.That morning, a message arrived — simple, unadorned, bearing Giovanni’s seal. Come for tea.No explanation. No reason. Just an invitation.Luca was out of town on business, buried in transactions and empire. Bianca and Giulia were occupied elsewhere. I was alone when I stepped through the gates of Giovanni’s estate.The place was unnervingly quiet.No servants bustled through the halls. No clinking of dishes, no murmured voices. Only silence.The guards were stationed outside, their faces carved from stone, their eyes fixed on the horizon. None were allowed inside.It was as if the estate itself had been emptied, stripped of life, waiting for something.I followed the path to the backyard, where Giovanni sat at a small table beneath the shade of an ancient oak.On
HOLLYThe invitation had arrived with Giovanni’s seal, heavy with expectation. A “special dinner,” he called it — a gathering of all the rival families under one roof. Mutual ground. A place where bloodshed was forbidden, where civility was demanded, where masks were worn more tightly than crowns.I knew what it meant. I knew what Giovanni was doing. And I knew Adelina would be waiting.I knew the rules before I even set foot here. I found my father’s old book accidentally while putting away my mother’s things many years ago.The mafia families lived by rules older than stone. At these dinners, no family could strike another. No blade, no bullet, no fire. It was the only way to keep peace, however fragile.But there was one exception. One secret clause whispered only among the old guard: if a guest — someone outside the families — struck, only the target could respond. No one else.It was a loophole. A trap. A stage.The hall was gilded in gold and shadow, chandeliers glittering above
ADELINAThe fires had been mine. Holly’s tea shop, Juliet’s home — both reduced to ash by my hand. I had wanted her broken, stripped of her illusions, desperate to cling to Luca for safety. Instead, she had begun striking back in silence, dismantling me piece by piece.Spoiled fruit. Stale tea. Humiliation at the boutique. Mirrors gone from my walls. A scorched teacup delivered to my gates.Each move was deliberate, precise, and it was driving me mad.I needed counsel. Not Luca — he was buried in his empire, unreachable. Not my staff — they were useless, trembling at every flicker of light.Giovanni. The old man. He had always been a pillar, a relic of power, a voice that carried weight even when he barely spoke.If anyone could steady me, it was him.I arrived at his villa in the late afternoon, the sun bleeding into the horizon, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Giovanni sat in his study, a glass of brandy in his hand, his eyes fixed on the fire crackling in the hearth.
ADELINAThe porcelain shards still glittered on the marble floor of my dressing room, sharp little teeth mocking me in the morning light. I had smashed the teacup hours ago, but its ghost lingered. A scorched cup, delivered to my gates, wrapped in plain paper. No signature. No note. Just silence.But I knew.It was her. Holly.The realization burned hotter than any fire I had set. She was striking back. Not with flames, not with chaos, but with precision. Spoiled fruit, stale tea, humiliation at the boutique, mirrors gone from my walls — all of it had been her hand. And now the teacup.She wanted me to know she was coming.I paced the length of my estate, silk robe trailing behind me, juice glass trembling in my hand. My staff kept their distance, eyes lowered, afraid of my fury. They should be. I was venom, and they were too close to the fang.But beneath the rage, something else stirred. Something I hated admitting even to myself.Worry.Someone was out to get me. Not Luca. Not his
HOLLY The phone call had left me shaken, but I didn’t waste a second. I threw on a coat, grabbed my keys, and drove through the empty streets, the city still asleep while Juliet’s world burned.When I arrived, the scene was chaos. Fire trucks lined the street, their lights flashing red against the night sky. Hoses snaked across the pavement, spraying torrents of water into the skeletal remains of Juliet’s home. Smoke billowed upward, thick and choking, carrying the acrid scent of destruction.Neighbors stood clustered in blankets, whispering, watching. And there, near the ambulance, was Juliet.She was wrapped in a fireman’s coat, her hair tangled, her face streaked with soot and tears. Barefoot, shivering, clutching herself as if she could hold her life together with her arms alone.When she saw me, she broke. “Holly!”I rushed to her, pulling her into my arms. She trembled against me, her sobs raw, her voice fractured. “I thought I was going to die. I smelled smoke, I thought it wa







