Dante's POV
"Luca, there you are!" I said, feigning cheerfulness and patting him on the back as I approached. He was in the midst of some fellow family members, all dressed in suits, drinks in hand as they laughed about something I didn't quite catch.
"If it isn't the scarce, Mr. Caruso," one of the men hollered. I couldn't be bothered to try and remember his name.
"To what do we owe the pleasure?" another asked.
"Oh no, don't mind me, gentlemen. I just need to borrow Luca for a minute, I hope you don't mind."
Luca turned to me, his eyes asking subtle questions I refused to answer.
"Off to do some pretty important business, huh?" one of the men asked.
"Tell us, Dante, is there really a woman you've been sneaking off to see these past few days?" another asked, and the smile I had bee
