you and Luca were married only two years ago. It was a healthy and convenient arrangement. Your families worked together...and simply...you loved him. It was dangerous....marrying him and being involved with his gang...his mafia. You tried to stay away from all of it because of how you felt about him...but... You didn't want to see him hurt...or see what he was. With you...he was your husband who loved you and spoiled you and took care of you. Then...with them and with this rivalry against the Shelby family...he was different. Arrogant...stubborn...a monster...a killer. But you loved him. And he loved you. You just wanted it all to be over...the Vendetta...the fighting...the unnecessary bloodshed. You wanted your husband back...

You fixed your hair in front of the mirror dressed in a long fancy gown for a business party...thing...for Luca and his...'business'. His tall figure approached you from behind and he placed his hands on your shoulders. He smiled, admiring you on the mirror and kissed the side of your neck and nuzzling into it for a few moments before looking back at the mirror. "Bellissima..." He whispered against your skin. He always treated you right. Like the goddess you were...