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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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ELENAMY EYES DIDN'T WAVER. “Well, I’m an entrepreneur…” Luca spoke, his voice steady and confident as he leaned back in his chair, looking at me with a hint of curiosity.I met his gaze, not letting him off the hook. “Alright… What kind of business do you major in?” I asked, my eyes narrowing slightly as I studied him.He shifted in his seat, adjusting his tie as he spoke. “Umm… I’m into so many things. I major in investing in small firms with growth potential. With proper strategies and the right funding, in a matter of time, they’ll become large revenue-generating businesses,” he said. There was a slight pause as he adjusted his posture again, his face giving away nothing.I couldn’t help but feel impressed, though a small sense of skepticism bubbled inside me. Oh God, he was good. He spoke as though these words had been rehearsed, each phrase carefully crafted to sound effortless. It was clear he was keeping things surface-level, avoiding the deeper details.“Alright… That soun

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ELENATHERE IT WAS!Sipping my drink and staring at Luca, I could see his expression change at the mention of ‘family.’It was quick, barely noticeable, just the slightest flicker in his gaze before his expression swiftly changed back to u phased over again. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but I caught it.An untrained eye would have missed it entirely.I placed my glass down, keeping my face carefully blank. I had learned long ago that control was everything. My mask had to remain unshaken, unbroken. If I slipped, if I let a single crack show, it could cost me everything. Luca couldn't know that I had seen through him. He couldn’t know that I knew who he truly was, a Moretti.The name alone carried weight. A name whispered in the dark, with both fear and respect.The Moretti family.They were a dynasty built on crime, power, and merciless control. They were the devil's incarnate. And Luca?Luca Moretti was no ordinary man. He was their heir. The son of one of the most dangerous

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ELENAHIS SISTER.Interesting.Should I focus on her instead? Should I make Luca Moretti feel the same agony I had felt?Should I take away the one person he loves most and watch him crumble, just as I had crumbled?I took a slow sip of my drink, masking the storm of thoughts raging inside me.It was a tempting idea, pleasingly cruel. Yet, that wasn't part of my plan. One thing was certain, though. My revenge was inevitable."Mmm..." Luca cleared his throat and I snapped back to reality. He was studying me intently. "You've got siblings too?" he asked out of nowhere, his voice smooth yet oddly curious.The question hit me harder than I expected. A sharp pang sliced through my chest, and for a moment, my fingers tightened around the delicate glass in my grip. My knuckles stretched, and I felt my pulse quicken, anger bubbling just beneath the surface.But I couldn’t let my emotions betray me.I sucked in a slow, controlled breath, steadying myself, forcing the tension in my fingers to

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ELENAEVERYTHING WAS A RISK.That's what my life is like now. I couldn't do whatever I wanted, not without weighing the possibilities and the what-ifs. And an unplanned walk with Luca Moretti late in the night had a lot of what-ifs. I bent my head slightly, my eyes darting from left to right, scanning the room with quiet precision. A strange feeling had settled deep in my gut, one I couldn’t shake off. I needed to be sure that nothing was amiss, that I wasn’t walking blindly into something I couldn’t control.The restaurant buzzed with life, the soft hum of conversations blending with the faint clatter of silverware against plates. The waitstaff moved swiftly between tables. Everything appeared normal. No one looked out of place. No one was staring too long.Yet, my instincts screamed at me to stay alert, and if there was anything I could trust, it was my instinct. “Is everything okay?” The words slipped out before I could stop them, my voice laced with the curiosity I was trying to

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LUCASHE'S BREATHTAKING I kept stealing glances at her face, unable to help myself. The dim glow of the streetlights didn’t do justice to how breathtaking she was. The way her hair caught the light, the way her lips parted slightly in thought, it was enough to give me blue balls. I still couldn't believe I had just given her my jacket. My four thousand pound jacket.Not that the price mattered. What mattered was the way I had instinctively draped it over her shoulders, the way my hands had lingered just a second too long, my fingers grazing the soft fabric of her dress underneath. She claimed she had only been complimenting the cold weather, but I saw through it. She had shivered, and before I even thought twice, I was peeling my jacket off for her. Why did I do that?I pushed the thought aside, forcing my focus elsewhere."The stars are beautiful tonight, you know?" I said, tilting my head up slightly as we walked. I tried to sound casual as if my pulse wasn't hammering in my veins

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ELENADO I TELL HIM WE’RE BEING FOLLOWED? The thought sent a jolt of panic through my veins. My heart pounded against my ribs as I debated. The last thing I wanted was to get entangled in something messy, something that could drag me into a situation I didn’t need to be a part of. But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. I needed to get out of her NOW.My phone vibrated inside my purse, breaking through the tension. I didn’t have to think twice.I roughly stepped out of his arms with shaky steps, my fingers fumbling as I reached for the phone. "Excuse me… let me take this," I said, tapping Luca’s arm lightly, my voice betraying my nerves.Luca gave a quick nod. "Alright." He stepped a few feet away, his attention shifting toward the road.I drew in a shaky breath before answering. "Hello, Conner," I said as calmly as I could, though I could hear the uncertainty in my own voice."Lena," Conner’s voice came loud and clear, laced with irritation. "What the hell is going

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LUCAI COULDN'T STOP IT—staring at the spot she had been. I felt a cold shiver run through me as I tried to shake off the unsettling thoughts that kept circling in my mind. Why? Why did it feel like something had been ripped away the moment she left my side?I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt like this. It was like a part of me had vanished when she walked away, and no matter how much I tried to distract myself, it wouldn’t go away.I wasn’t the kind to get attached. I never had been. Hell, I was always the one who would walk away first. Once I’d gotten what I wanted, whatever it was that was enough to satisfy me for a moment, I’d lose interest and move on. But her? She was different. I had no idea why. What was it about her that kept me tied down like this? I had no patience for this kind of shit, feeling like I was losing control. The last thing I needed was to become some lovesick fool.I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, letting out a deep sigh. I needed a drink, and I

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ELENABREATHE, ELENA.The driver's seat door opened, and a figure cloaked in black stepped out. The hoodie obscured his face, leaving only a dark silhouette. My breath caught in my throat."Oh God!... Who the hell is this?" I muttered under my breath, trying to steady my pulse. My heart was thundering in my chest, and I felt like every beat was ringing in my ears. I shifted behind the large waste bin, keeping my movements slow and measured, careful not to give myself away.The figure stood still for a moment, eyes scanning the alley as if he already knew I was there. Then, without hesitation, he started walking toward the alley. Each step was purposeful.I held my breath, trying not to make a sound. I had to stay calm. Whoever this was, he clearly had some kind of mission, and I wasn’t sure whether I was part of it or if I was simply in their way."Oh shit... he’s coming forward," I whispered under my breath, my voice barely audible. I moved back, creeping deeper into the shadows behi

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ELENAI GLANCED AT THE SCREEN.Luca.I exhaled sharply and switched off my phone. “Not now,” I muttered under my breath.I needed space to think. To breathe. But most of all, to process what had just happened.The cool night air clung to my skin as I walked quickly, my pulse still erratic from the run, my breath shallow as I tried to steady myself. My body hadn’t caught up with the fact that I was safe... for now.The image of the woman flashed in my mind, the glint of the gun in her grip. I swallowed hard, pressing forward.Stepping out of the shadows, I lifted a trembling hand to hail a cab. A yellow taxi jerked to a stop in front of me, its tires skidding slightly on the damp road. The driver, a gruff-looking man with a thick beard, peered at me through the rearview mirror as I slid into the backseat. "Where to, miss?" His voice was firm but not unkind.I parted my lips, instinctively about to give him my home address. But then, an unsettling thought struck me.I hesitated.Going

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