You didn’t know his name at first. But you knew the weight of it long before you heard it. Luca Moretti, not everyone know he was the son of a Mafia boss though.

The first time he spoke to you was when your ex wouldn’t take no for an answer;

“She said no.” His voice was quiet, but each syllable cracked like thunder. “You should listen the first time.”

Your ex opened his mouth, but one look at Luca’s eyes — and he backed away with muttered curses and retreating footsteps.

You blinked, stunned. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Luca turned to you then, his expression unreadable. “Didn’t I?”

You weren’t sure what to say to that. But before you could thank him, he gestured toward the path behind you.

“It’s late. I’ll walk you home.”