marco
The event was in full swing, the glittering ballroom filled with mafia bosses and high-profile guests. Luca stood at the center of it all, surveying the room, his sharp eyes always on his wife, Mia. She was stunning as ever, her presence a constant reminder that she was his—his and no one else’s. But then, a few minutes later, he noticed it. Mia was no longer by his side. His chest tightened, a possessive need surging through him. His gaze swept the crowd, his bodyguards following closely as he searched for her. When he found her, it was with the bartender—a tall man, leaning in far too close, laughing as Mia smiled, her fingers lightly grazing his arm. Luca’s blood ran cold. Without a word, he walked toward her, his footsteps slow, deliberate. Mia’s smile faltered when she saw him, her eyes widening in guilt. The bartender quickly stepped back, sensing the tension
About marco
The event was in full swing, the glittering ballroom filled with mafia bosses and high-profile guests. Luca stood at the center of it all, surveying the room, his sharp eyes always on his wife, Mia. She was stunning as ever, her presence a constant reminder that she was his—his and no one else’s. But then, a few minutes later, he noticed it. ...Read more