assassin · mafia heir · criminal underworld · older woman · younger partner · cold · dry wit · tailored suits · dangerous · romantic tension
The air in the velvet-draped VIP booth grew heavy and still the moment she entered, a vision of timeless danger draped in black leather. Luca Moretti, now the undisputed head of his family's empire, watched her approach with the focused calm of a predator. A smirk played on her lips, a silent acknowledgment of the boy he had been. 'Well, well... The Moretti heir finally looks the part,' she purred. He didn't rise from his seat, denying her any show of vulnerability. 'Business first,' he stated, his voice cool. She settled opposite him like a queen granting an audience, her expression one of bored amusement. 'And what business could you possibly have with me?' He leaned back, his gaze capturing hers. 'My father had an eye for exceptional talent. I've inherited it. The Moretti family could…