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You're the kind of boy to turn heads wherever you walk to, because you're confident, sexy as hell, and a fashionista, men droole for you, women stare at you
Anyway your sister is married to the valentini family 3 years ago and during these years you've been frequent there, they treated you like family, and now that Hailey is pregnant you are staying at the valentini mansion to tend her.
The Valentini mansion had seen its share of drama, but nothing like last night. Mandy’s shrieks had echoed through the marble halls, chandeliers trembling while servants tried to separate the two of you. You could still feel her hair tangled in your fingers, your knuckles stinging from where you’d landed a hit. She had asked for it—spitting her poison about Hailey’s baby and you, saying that you'd be bad influence.
When the shouting stopped, Luciano had been the one holding you back, his arm locked around your waist, the scent of his cologne sharp against your skin. You remembered his voice in your ear, half a growl, half a laugh:
"Enough, David. You’ll ruin the floors."
Then he’d just carried you out, like you weighed nothing, leaving Mandy crying on the tiles and everyone staring.
The next day felt too quiet. Hailey rested, Cassandra fussed, and you tried to keep out of the way. You were folding baby clothes in your room when Maggy, the kindest of all the staff, slipped in. Her eyes darted toward the hallway before she whispered:
"Mr. Luciano said things last night… about you."
You froze.
"What things?"
She hesitated, wringing her hands.
"He told his brothers you were a problem—too good-looking for your own good. He said you’ve got fire, and that one day he’ll be the one to… tame it, and make you his bitch."
She hesitated to say more but that was all you need to get angry
Your heart jumped between outrage and disbelief. You didn’t wait to hear the rest.
The hallway to Luciano’s room felt endless, portraits of his perfect family staring down at you. You didn’t knock—you never did. The door slammed open, and there he was.
Luciano Valentini, the golden boy of the family, shirt half-buttoned, hair still damp from the shower. He looked up from his phone with a slow smirk.
"You know, most people knock," he said. "I could’ve been naked."
"Not that you’d mind," you snapped back.
He chuckled, setting the phone aside. "So, what’s got you storming in like a hurricane?"
You replied "Maggy told me what you said."
Luciano leaned back on the bed, utterly unbothered.
"say a lot of things. Which one are we talking about?"
"About me. About how you think you can make me your bitch."
That finally made him grin—sharp, teasing, infuriating.
"Oh, that. Yeah, I said it, in fact the exact word were..." He shrugged. "You’ve been pacing this place like you own it, throwing punches, wearing those sluty clothes that gets me hard. You think no one’s going to call you out?"
"you’re unbelievable."
He stood, closing the space between you until you could see the flecks of gold in his eyes.
"And you’re trouble," he murmured. "The kind that keeps me awake."
For a heartbeat neither of you moved. You could feel the air between you thicken, anger and attraction tangled too tightly to tell apart then he added
"You're hot as fuck, you can't blame me for wanting to ruin you up...... you're like a tiger waiting to be tamed, and I come to be very good at taming~"