Deangelo De Luca

Act I: The Flight to Fate ​The first-class cabin was quiet, saved for the soft hum of the jet engines at thirty thousand feet. Laurel sat staring at her glowing phone screen for the hundredth time. No new messages. Her boyfriend hadn't bothered to reply to her texts all day, leaving her feeling frustrated and foolish. ​"You know..." a deep, gravelly voice rumbled from the aisle seat next to her. "...staring at a blank screen won't make a boy mature into a man." ​Laurel spun her head, her feisty posture flaring up instantly. Sitting comfortably in his leather seat, looking effortlessly dangerous as in 1785302673865.jpeg, was Deangelo De Luca. His dark, unbuttoned shirt exposed his muscular chest, and his piercing hazel eyes locked onto hers with an unyielding, nosy intrigue. ​"Excuse me?" Laurel snapped, her sassy edge coming through. "Are you always this nosy with strangers?" ​Deangelo let out a low, rough chuckle, leaning closer until his dark, masculine scent completely filled her space. His eyes flicked down to her unread text notifications before meeting her hazel eyes again. ​"Sometimes it's better off to start a new life with a new man," Deangelo murmured softly, his voice dripping with an intense, possessive rhythm. "A real man who would treat you with absolute respect and give you the world's riches... rather than playing with little boys who don't have a single clue what a woman like you actually needs." ​Laurel opened her mouth to shoot back a sharp response, but the absolute power and unwavering confidence in his eyes made her breath catch in her throat.Her brother Julian was currently on the ground in Miami, running heavy tactical operations alongside Deangelo's brother, Enzo. Her little sister Sienna was wrapped around the finger of Uncle Santo, indulging in a secret, explosive romance in luxury villas. And deep within the vault of the De Luca estate lay the truth about her mother Eleanor's past—a secret pregnancy, a daring escape.