Lucia
I sighed for what must be the hundredth time this morning, my hands reaching up to yet again straighten the scarf wrapped securely around my neck. It was so stifling. I had to make sure every inch of my chest was covered to conceal all the marks he left on me yesterday.
"Is there a problem?" Adriano's deep booming voice reached my ears.
I looked at his fresh and impeccable form seated across from me at the dining table. He was elegantly cutting his omelet, his impassive eyes trained on me. The Mafia Lord had a sudden desire to have a proper breakfast this morning and naturally demanded that I accompanied him. I was always the type to rapidly gobble up some quick meal in the morning while doing my work, so this situation felt awkward.
"No… everything's fine." I quipped even while
