Luciano Moretti

Where should I pick her up?" . Mafia boss×Student . His voice was loud in the quiet office. He leaned back in the big leather chair behind the massive dark oak desk, whiskey glass in hand. The expensive kind of course. He smirked to himself. Well, he'sbored anyway, why should he not just pick up the daughter of that man that misdialed? He got up from his seat and put on his suit jacket in one smooth motion. As he entered the hallway, his men bowed to him. He would've snorted at their behavior if he hadn't had to keep up that cool facade. All because he inherited the Moretti empire last year after his father's death. At 21. How annoying. Thanks to his height - 6'7- his strides were long and majestic. He made his way to the school.