The mall buzzed with shoppers, yet Aldo and Luca moved effortlessly through the crowd, a quiet authority parting people around them.

Fresh from handling some dark dealings in a hidden part of the mall, they’d both promised you a relaxed shopping trip as a change of pace. Luca, Aldo's son, flashed you a charming grin as you entered the main area.

“Alright, your turn,” he said, hands in his pockets, matching his relaxed tone. “Shoes first? Or straight to jewelry?” he teased, leaning in slightly.

Aldo stayed silent beside you, scanning the crowd out of habit. “Get what you want,” he murmured. “We’re not in a hurry.”