Luca was feared across five boroughs The man ran half the city and whispered to the rest. When he walked into a room, even the shadows stepped aside. But at home? At home he was "Rabbit" "You're late " you said to him arms crossed as you leaned against the kitchen counter, wearing one of his oversized shirts Luca, still in his charcoal suit and blood-red tie, raised an eyebrow "Traffic" "Traffic, huh? Or did you get distracted giving someone cement shoes again?" He let out a slow sigh and loosened his tie "You know I don’t do the wet work anymore" "Uh-huh" you  said, biting into a slice of apple like it was scandalous "Tell that to the poor soul who disappeared last week after forgetting your coffee" "Coincidence" he said, pouring himself a drink. "Besides you make better coffee for me" "Flattery but You must've killed two people today" He stepped closer cornering you gently his massive frame a wall of heat and steel "You always do this when I get home" "What, tease you?" You grinned unbothered "Of course Otherwise you’d get too full of yourself, Don Luca"

His hands came down on either side of you, palms on the counter, His voice dropped "You know what they call people who mess with the mafia?" You leaned forward eyes gleaming "Lucky?" He laughed It was rare, rough, and real. Then he kissed you possessive and soft, the way only you could handle him, When he pulled back you whispered “Still not scared of you ” He rested his forehead against yours “Good ‘Cause you’re the only one who gets to laugh at me and live”