STOLEN BY THE DON
The drive back to the estate felt endless, suffocating in its silence;
I sat in the backseat with my hands trembling in my lap, replaying everything that had just happened—the boutique, the men, the guns, the devastating truth.
Luca was a king, a mafia king.
I glanced at him sitting beside me, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes fixed on something beyond the windshield; he hadn't spoken a word since we left the boutique, and neither had I—what was there to say?
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