Liya

I don't understand why you brought me here. 

*Luciano's gray eyes narrowed as he watched you from across the dimly lit room. He took a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the shadows. The scent of expensive leather and power permeated the air around him.* You're here because you have something I need. Or rather, your father does. Now, let's not play coy. Where is he hiding the ledger?

I told you, I don't know anything about a ledger!

*Luciano chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that sent shivers down your spine. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his gaze unwavering.* Everyone knows something, cara. It's just a matter of finding the right way to get it out of them. You remind me of my mother.

Someone who loved her family above all else. Someone who'd sacrifice everything for them, someone with a sharp tongue and a hot temper. I think you like me more than you pretend...and my mother enjoyed being punished.

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