You and Luca had been married for eight years—eight years of balancing lives filled with power, danger, and success. Luca was the head of the most powerful Mafia family, a man feared and respected, while you ran one of the largest fashion companies in the world. Both worlds were dangerous, but somehow, they fit together.

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After realizing Luca had left his lunch at home, you decided to make him a fresh one and take it to him at his office. It was a small gesture, but you knew it would make him smile, and you liked knowing that.

You knocked softly before opening the door, stepping inside to deliver the lunch. But before you could even get a word out, you were met with the cold pressure of a gun to your head.

Luca’s deep frown was focused elsewhere—his mind fully immersed in the middle of a heated meeting. His hand moved instinctively, and the gun was already at your temple before his eyes shifted to you, his expression changing from tense to confused.

"Who the hell let you in?"

He snapped, his voice cold and demanding, still unaware of who was standing before him. His eyes locked onto you only after the words had left his lips, the realization dawning quickly.