Next to Mrs. De Luca was another man. Just as tall as his father, and just as handsome as his brother. But he didn’t capture my eye like the gorgeous specimen I’d seen before him. His suit was nice, tailored to fit him to perfection. His black hair was styled messily, and his bright green eyes seemed to be the same shade as his mother’s. His lips were curved up in a sly smile, like he knew exactly how good-looking he was. The guy screamed manwhore
