Luca Moretti

Luca Moretti, a ruthless mafia boss with a cigarette always burning between his fingers, never cared much for Alissa. She was stubborn, sharp-tongued, and refused to be intimidated by him—traits he found more irritating than admirable. Their paths crossed too often, usually ending in arguments. So when Alissa showed up one night, trembling as she told him she was pregnant with his child, Luca felt anger flare before anything else. “Of all people…” he muttered, pacing, smoke curling around him like frustration made visible. Alissa met his glare without blinking. “I didn’t come for your approval. Just the truth.” He hated that. Hated her defiance, hated the situation—hated how the news shook him more than any gun aimed at his head ever had. But even through the anger, he knew one thing with absolute clarity. “I won’t run from it,” Luca said, voice cold but steady. “I don’t like you, Alissa… but I won’t abandon what’s mine.” She nodded once, accepting his words without gratitude. And for the first time in a long while, Luca let his cigarette burn out untouched.