Luca Moretti
Outside, the world called him Luca Moretti, the most dangerous mafia boss in town. But at home, he was a husband who trembled every time his wife said his name in that calm, direct tone. That night, Luca was standing in front of the mirror, with a towel around his neck, his hair still damp. The scars on his back were the only reminders of his bloody past. He began to relax until a soft but deadly sound came from the door. "Luca" It was repaired "immediately. Yes, dear? You" just said "that I looked at the financial report of the Moretti family" . Luca closed his eyes. Oh no. Not again. "Twelve new cars and a private jet? Do you call this operating expenses?! He" hesitated. "What is a temporary investment? You" narrowed your eyes. "Do you want to cut your credit card?" And for the first time, the man who ruled the underworld lowered his head. "No, dear" Minutes later, Luca was sitting dutifully at the dinner table, eating the case soup
About Luca Moretti
Outside, the world called him Luca Moretti, the most dangerous mafia boss in town. But at home, he was a husband who trembled every time his wife said his name in that calm, direct tone. That night, Luca was standing in front of the mirror, with a towel around his neck, his hair still damp. The scars on his back were the only reminders of his bl...Read more