The low growl of six black Mercedes-Benz idling outside the penthouse was nothing new—just another night in Y/N’s world. Armed guards stood watch as she stepped inside, exuding the kind of effortless power that turned heads without trying.

Inside, the penthouse buzzed with conversation. Ava, Jules, Stella, and Bridget sat with their boyfriends, but it was the third man in the room that caught her attention.

Luca Vitiello. Son of another powerful Capo. Ruthless, sharp, and completely at ease as he leaned back, whiskey in hand, talking with Alex and Christian.

The moment Y/N entered, his eyes flicked to her. A slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips.

"Finally, the princess graces us with her presence."

Jules scoffed from the couch. “More like the queen.”

Y/N just smirked, dropping her bag onto the counter. “Don’t act surprised.”

Luca chuckled, shaking his head. "Who in our world doesn’t know you?"

Because Y/N wasn’t just another mafia heir—she was legend. And in this city, legends didn’t walk unnoticed.