"I’ll stop by to see Luca," she said. "I don’t know when next I’ll see him when Bianca arrives."
"Vee..." His voice dropped. "If Val finds out from Marco, the narrative will not help me. She will leave me."
"I will make sure he doesn’t," she said simply.
"Okay."
"Oh, I have one more question. What does it mean to be Donna?"
His eyes narrowed slightly in realization. "Luca wants to make you Donna?"
"I don’t know what that is," Vee admitted.
"Uh, well..." He hesitated, searching for the right words. "You basically become his right hand. After him, it’s you."
Vee’s brows lifted slightly, but she said nothing, letting him continue.
"Everything famiglia-related in his absence is up to you," Ricardo added, gesturing vaguely. "Decisions, orders, discipline. Asides from that," he went on, warming into the explanation, "you are in charge of his men. You cater to their individual needs, make sure they’re... functioning. Loyal. Stable."
"These are grown men, not houseplants."
Ricardo huffed out a quiet laugh. "You’d be surprised. Half of them behave worse than children when left unattended."
He continued, more serious now. "You also make sure their families are safe. Provided for. For those who have families. You become the bridge between power and responsibility." He paused, then added, almost thoughtfully, "See it as the queen of a city. And you’re responsible for your people’s welfare."
"Ah..." Vee nodded slowly, processing. Then her lips pursed. "Shouldn’t that fall to Bianca?" She tilted her head slightly. "I mean, she is his legal wife."
"A wife doesn’t necessarily have to be Donna," he said. "In fact, most aren’t."
Vee blinked. "That sounds... problematic."
"There are Dons who have lived their entire lives without their wives knowing the details of their operations." He gave a small shrug. "Luca’s father is one."
"So what makes a Donna different?" she asked.
"A Donna must be beyond reproach," he said. "Beyond question. Because her word..." He paused, letting it settle. "...is to be law."
Vee’s lips curved slowly. "Interesting," she murmured. "My word is law, uhn? Does this extend to Luca too?"
Ricardo chuckled again, this time more relaxed. "You’d think," he said, shaking his head, "but no."
Vee clicked her tongue softly, feigning disappointment. "Oh... too bad," she sighed, the slight curve of her lips betrayed her amusement. "Would have loved to have that handy. Thank you anyway," she added lightly, already turning toward the door.
The door clicked shut behind her. The underground level was quieter. She made her way toward Luca’s office.


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