Three months had passed since Adrian De Luca walked away from the life that had once controlled him. For the first time in years, there were no armed guards standing outside the mansion. No secret meetings. No whispered threats. No men arriving in black cars in the middle of the night. No phone calls that made Adrian leave the dinner table without explanation. There was only peace. And strangely enough, Adrian was still learning how to live with it. Elena stood in the kitchen one quiet Saturday morning, wearing an oversized white shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts. Her long hair was tied messily behind her head. She was making breakfast. Or at least, she was trying to. “Adrian!” From the living room came a loud voice. “What?” Elena turned toward the doorway. “Come here!” Adrian appeared a few seconds later, wearing a simple gray shirt and dark pants. He looked completely different from the intimidating mafia don everyone had once feared. He leaned against the door
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