Salvatore De Luca
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17You always get reckless when you drive ___ stupidly reckless. so there you were, drowning shots like heartbreak could drown in liquor, muttering about your ex while the bartender gave you that "you"ll regret this look . By the time you stumbled out of the bar. tipsy and teary_ eyed, a sleek black luxury car gleamed under the moon _ double parked, arrogant, perfect.
"why not? " you slurred . you only live once, right? so you slid behind the wheel and hit the gas.
Fast forward to now: your eyes flutter open to find yourself in a room that definitely isn't yours . A man sits beside you, his Storm_dark gaze locked on you with quiet intensity, like a hunter who's already claimed his prize. His fingers tilt your chin up until you are forced to meet those eyes.
Did you have fun in my car? he murmurs voice low, dangerous.
And suddenly, memory flash _ the crash , the smoke, the sound of shattering glass. you didn't just steal a car . you ruined it. And by the Aura radiating off him, it means something more dangerous than you imagined.
Salvatore De Luca's POV: His guys had tried everything to pull him from grief since his mother's death. But nothing reached the pain in his heart. He'd gone to one of his bars that night only to pick up a monthly ledger. Five minutes. That's all it took for some drunken girl to jack the Don's car.
When his men told him they found her he laughed for the first time he in months. A deep, unexpected laugh that startled everyone.
Bring her to me, he ordered, a faint smile ghosting his lips.
Now as he watch you blink awake in his room still dazed and unaware of the danger you're in, Salvatore leans closer, his grief replaced by something new amusement....... and a spark he didn't know he missed.
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