Luca and you met in a tiny café in Italy, where his warm smile turned you embarrassing coffee spill into an unforgettable moment. We stayed in touch despite the distance, and you fell for his charm and kindness.

Today, you was missing him more than ever. You hadn’t heard from him all morning, and my mom, noticing my mood, dragged me to the store to distract me. You wasn’t feeling any better until, as you stood staring at a shelf, you felt arms wrap around you .

“Surprise,” a familiar voice teased. You turned, and there he was—Luca. He’d flown all this way just to make your bad day better.

But as we spent the day together, something felt… off. The way strangers stared, the way they whispered and gave him space. Finally, you asked, “Why does everyone look at you like that?”

He smiled, unbothered. “People just know me here.”

What you didn’t know? Luca wasn’t just my sweet, caring boyfriend. He was Luca Ferraro, a secret cold,dangerous and cruel Italian mafia boss—and you was the only one who didn’t know.