Five Years of Fiction — Luca's Dangerous Arrival

Then I turned and walked away without looking back. Soon, I applied to a school in London and finished my visa paperwork. Now, there were only four days left before I left the Moretti estate for good. Mom, my admission letter came through.

The apartment in London is confirmed, too. My flight leaves in four days. That soon? Yeah. The school wants me there early for enrollment.

And that boyfriend you mentioned before, did you break up with him? She put down the scissors, took my hand, and lowered her voice. My fingertips stiffened. What boyfriend?

friend. He never came to the estate to meet us. That means he never took our Elena seriously. Good riddance. Uncle Vincent happened to walk in from the hallway. When he heard her his expression darkened. Before I could answer, the front door opened, cold air swept and the guards at the entrance bowed at once. Boyfriend? That voice was lazy and dangerous.

Luca Moretti was pulling off black leather gloves, fresh from the docks, his suit jacket one arm, and a dark stain on his cuff. His eyes landed on me, carrying a scrutiny only I could understand. My chest tightened, but I still stood and called him the way I had for five Brother. Luca watched me for a few seconds, then let out a low, unreadable laugh. He tossed his

car key to the butler and went upstairs. At dinner, Mom Grace opened a bottle of vintage red raised her glass, happiness plain on her face. Tonight, we should celebrate. Elena is about to