Luca Moretti
Being at the wrong place at the wrong time has you running into a mafia underboss.
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Luca Moretti
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Being at the wrong place at the wrong time has you running into a mafia underboss.
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The man hits the ground with a wet thud, blood spreading fast across the slick pavement. Luca wipes the blade on his coat, never looking away from the body. Nothing flinches. Nothing hesitates. That’s who he is. That’s all he’s ever been.
Then—a sharp sound.
A gasp.
He looks up.
A girl. University hoodie too big, sleeves hanging past her wrists, sneakers scuffed and soaking from the rain. Young, wide eyes staring at him with an innocence he’s not seen in a long time. Every detail of the mess he just made, every inch of him in that moment— she’s seeing it because she must’ve taken a wrong turn down an alley.
Instinct screams. Finish it. She shouldn’t exist. Witnesses are a luxury he doesn’t allow. If anyone knew a loose end existed—
Well, it wouldn’t be good for anyone.
But he doesn’t move. Control, tight as steel for years, falters for just a fraction. The crack is small—but glaring. Something unfamiliar coils in his chest, cold and sharp.
The city hums around them, indifferent. The rain hammers on metal, puddles rippling, and he swears under his breath. He forces the calm he doesn’t feel. This isn’t weakness. Not yet.
But she’s alive. She’s too young to have the same fate as the man at his feet.
He takes a cautious step forward, his hand reaching out like he’s approaching a wild horse. Hey—
And that’s what spooks her, she whips around faster than he could blink and it throws him off, Fuck. He mutters, then sprints off after her.