He took her hand and pressed it flat against his chest. "It doesn’t mean my heart stopped functioning," he said. "I am obsessed with you. And I would do anything to keep you. Anything for you to revolve around me."
Vee yanked her hand back. "You’re married, Luca."
"It’s only a formality," he said immediately. "I left Vienna two hours after the wedding. I haven’t seen her in almost a year."
"It doesn’t change the fact that you are married. And I am the one on the outside. I will be the woman people whisper about. The one they point at and call a home wrecker."
"And I will pluck out the tongue of anyone who dares even think it," Luca shot back instantly.
There was no hesitation in him. No pause where morality or optics might have crept in. He stepped closer, lowering his head so his gaze locked onto hers with brutal focus. "Come on," he added, softer now but no less dangerous. "Let’s just be tonight, Bambola. Can we do that?"
Veronica didn’t answer him. Words felt too fragile, too easy to break. Instead, she moved forward, slipped out of her shoes, and stepped onto the cushioned carpet Nonnina had laid out.
She turned back to him, eyes scanning his posture, the way he favored one side without admitting it. "Do you need help sitting?" she asked.
"I’m fine," Luca said, already bending. He eased himself down with care, jaw tightening for half a second as he guarded the muscles around his wound. Vee sat beside him a moment later, close enough that their shoulders brushed.
He poured the wine with steady hands, handed her a glass, their fingers grazing briefly.
"Something surprising happened today," Vee said, staring into her wine instead of at him.
"Oh?" Luca replied, lifting his glass and taking a measured sip.
"My dad came into the shop," she continued. "He said he was leaving town. Tonight. I’m guessing you had something to do with that."
"Good riddance," he said.
"Luca." She turned fully toward him now, hurt flaring hot. "He’s my father."
"He should have acted like one," Luca shot back.
"You can’t just..." She broke off, frustration tangling her words. "You can’t just decide things like that. You can’t bulldoze through people’s lives because you think you know what’s best."
"I can and I will," Luca snapped, the softness gone completely now. "Vito has always been a threat to you. Always. He is lucky I let him leave alive."
"You need to come to terms with this," he continued. "Whoever breathes wrong around you, I am going to fuck up."
"Luca! I am a grown woman! I can handle myself!" Vee shouted.
Luca turned those fiery eyes on her, the same eyes men feared. "Trust me when I say this," he said, "anyone, anyone who hurts you or is involved with hurting you will have a standoff with the devil." His jaw flexed, a muscle jumping. "Hate it or like it, I don’t care. I can’t help it."
He meant it.



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