“For what it’s worth,” he whispered against the shell of my ear as we rocked back and forth. “The moment I laid eyes on you, I saw a woman who’d set herself apart from being just a mafioso’s daughter and the twin to his heir. I saw a woman with power and a brazen enough personality to find herself tangled up with the likes of me. You are not just anything, Lucia Bianchi; you are everything. And I can guarantee that even though they aren’t saying it, every mothafucka in this room can feel it. It’s why they can’t keep their eyes off you, same as me.”
