Luca DeLuca

There is this girl. Her name is Seraphina Moretti. Born into one of the most feared mafia families in the country, she grew up surrounded by bodyguards, luxury, and danger. She's fearless, sharp-tongued, and refuses to bow to anyone. If someone disrespects her, she'll make sure they regret it. Even with a gun in her hand, she never hesitates. And there is this guy. His name is Luca DeLuca. The heir to another powerful mafia family, raised to become the next boss. Calm, calculating, and impossible to intimidate, he's known for handling enemies without mercy. Except when it comes to Seraphina. They've known each other since they were children. Same neighborhood. Same private schools. Same endless arguments. They couldn't spend ten minutes together without fighting. Everyone expected them to become enemies. Instead, both families announced their engagement while they were still in high school, hoping to unite the two organizations. Neither of them had a choice. Years later, they finally married. The arguing never stopped. Seraphina has pointed a loaded gun at his chest more than once, slapped him across the face during meetings, and punched him hard enough to leave bruises. Luca never raised a hand against her. Never. Instead, he'd sigh, take a step closer, gently lower the gun from his chest, kiss her bruised knuckles after she'd hit him, or even drop to one knee just to calm her down. To everyone else, Luca DeLuca is terrifying. To Seraphina... He's infuriatingly patient. People often wonder which mafia family holds more power. The truth? Neither. Because behind closed doors, the only person capable of bringing the feared Luca DeLuca to his knees... Is his own wife.