LUCA ELENA—Just the sound of her name sent bumps crawling on my skin, it made my stomach turn in a dangerously unsettling manner. I didn’t know what it was, but I couldn’t ignore it. I had been with many women before, some elegant, some bold, some utterly predictable. There was always a pattern, a similarity among them. But Elena? She was in a league of her own—unreadable, definitely unpredictable. And the craziest part? I still couldn’t fathom what it was about her that made me lose my sense of reasoning. Maybe it was the way she looked at me as if she wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. As if she saw something beneath my carefully crafted mask. Or maybe it was her presence, calm but sharp, elegant yet unshaken. She wasn’t like the others. And that unsettled me. As a Moretti, as the heir to a mafia empire, I wasn’t supposed to be acquainted with just any woman. Attachments led to vulnerabilities, and vulnerabilities led to bloodshed. I had seen it happen before. But wi
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