Alessio’s POV
I frowned as I looked at the documents detailing the theft by the Morettis. They’d been bold—too bold. Smuggling through routes they knew were under my control. It wasn’t just a challenge; it was a declaration of war.
The audacity.
My pen hovered over the page, but my thoughts were interrupted by the sharp click of heels on the marble floor.
“Alessio.”
I didn’t look up. Her voice grated on my nerves, the forced sweetness of it enough to make my jaw clench. “Luciana, if this isn’t about The Morettis or something critical, turn around and leave.”
She laughed softly, the sound sharp and mocking. “No hello? No ‘how have you been, Luciana?’ You wound me.”
I raised my eyes briefly, coldly. “I’m busy.”
Undeterred, she sauntered closer, trailing her fingers along the edge of
