Vows of a Ruthless Mafia Don

world. Maria stood near the edge of the room, the golden glow of the chandeliers casting shadows alo

n was unreadable, a mask perfected over decades in this life. Luca, on the other hand, exuded effortless control,

had destroyed half of her family years ago. Her father called this union a necessary sacr

oughts. "You look like you'r

ca's Consigliere, standing beside her. He held a tumbler

g her wine to her lips, "I wouldn

amber liquid in his glass. "

pond, her gaze r

tare. "You hate him."

there was no humor

ghtly. "Then I hope for both your sa

a quiet challenge that sent heat rushing through her veins. He murmured something to Don Spaletti befor

his new wife, offering

as firm, possessive, as he led her onto the dance floor. The moment his hand settled on her waist, a shiver ran do

waltz, their movements slow, deliberate. The world blurred a

ight," Luca murmured, voice lo

hould I pretend to be a

lips. "That would be amusin

minded circles against her lower back. It was a subtle gesture, one she mig

e to you," she

epened. "Everyt

ead slightly. "And

ing, something flickered in his expression- somethi

ad, his hand lingered at her waist, his grip firm. When he fina

, mia moglie," he murmured

just enough to meet

ed her and walked away, leaving Maria standing alone in the middl