Luca’s POV “Thirty thousand dollars for the ocean drop necklace.” Jake announced into the mic with the said necklace raised high in the air by his index finger. “Going to the Darta mafia… going…”“Thirty one thousand dollars!” An average height man called out immediately he got to his feet and the leader of the said Darta mafia scowled at him before adding an extra thousand dollars to it, topping the average height man’s bargaining price.It ended up getting sold to the Darta mafia and he sat back down with so much pride oozing off his body, I didn’t miss the way he threw a scowl at the man that had attempted to get the necklace at a higher price.It went on and on and with time, I started to imagine Sofia in all the displayed diamond accessories and how it would look like on her. It was hard to concentrate and pay attention to whatever the Jake dude was saying because an image of Sofia wearing one of the ocean drop necklaces that just got sold out was messing with my head.The ima

Luca’s POV I signed as I sank into my seat at the office. After a few seconds of me just sitting and catching my breath, I stood up and took off my suit jacket before hanging it on the back of my seat. I thumbed open my first few buttons and sighed out again.It’s been a really stressful day and the day isn't over yet. I was super thankful the appointments for the day were over, and that all that’s left for me to do is to create proposals and timetables, a chore which I’ve been putting off for about a week now.All in all, the auction was the most stressful of all the appointments today and like I predicted while I was still there, I had slowly developed a headache as the day slowly went by. It was currently a little bit after eight in the night and I’ve already had something to eat on the way back from my last appointment for the day.Now, all I wanted to do was to go home, take a cold shower and fall asleep… preferably pressed up against a certain woman who has been occupying my b

Luca’s POV “Have you been disrespecting my wife all these while… because she’s quite younger than you?”I demanded in a quiet voice, purposely making use of the word ‘quite’ despite the fact that she was way younger than Sofia.But she has never, ever mattered here in the mafia. It doesn't matter how old you are and how old the rest of the people are. Once you are in a spot or position that demands people to automatically give you respect, then that’s what they were supposed to give you without any questions or hesitations.“What? No sir, it isn’t as it seemed. I never intended for it to come off as disrespectful.” She started explaining herself immediately, and I could see the fear surrounding her whole body language.Like I could even do a thing to her… if she hadn’t been disrespecting Sofia all these while, that is.“I only asked if you’ve been disrespecting her, that’s all.” I rephrased calmly and watched her eyes widened fearfully once again.“I haven’t.” She replied and I nodd

Luca’s POV Picking up my suit jacket and phone from the counter and the chair beside the one I was sitting on, a moment ago, I draped the jacket against my shoulder as I made my way out of the empty kitchen. I paused beside the entrance of the kitchen and switched off the light before heading straight for the stairs. The pounding in my head was thankfully starting to decrease, which was why I didn’t feel a lot of pain echoing in my head as I climbed my way up the stairs that would lead me to the second floor of the house.I paused outside the door of the bedroom and waited a few minutes. A quick glance at the screen of my phone showed that the time was some minutes past twelve a.m in the morning. I pulled on the door knob and pushed the door open before letting myself in and pushing the door shut behind me. The main lights in here were turned off and only the low dim led lights were turned on, casting a shadowy look upon the quiet room. I flicked the lights on and glanced towards th

Luca’s POV With that, I rolled out of the bed and stretched for a little while before making my way towards the bathroom. I placed my phone on the sink before the mirror and stared into it for a few seconds, the unwanted hair that was starting to grow on my face reminding me that I had promised myself I was going to trim my beard last night.I picked up my tooth brush and cleaned my teeth thoroughly before proceeding to line out my shaving necessities on the counter, in the bathroom. I sprayed a thick layer of the shaving cream over the whole edges of my jaw before starting to lightly and carefully trim the edges. The mirror on the wall has always been the perfect guide and I changed the blades and scrubbed over my light beard, knowing it was only going to trim it and render everything into a particular look without one part looking higher with the other part looking really low.Once I was done, I cleaned the shaving cream off and washed my face a couple of times before finally bur