January 28th, 2016.
Luke's POV.
I couldn't sleep as usual. Since I fully undertook things in the Mafia, sleep was the only thing I lacked.
It was morning already, the sun was bathing the room gradually in it's golden glow.
I missed my mother, I missed when we would sit by the window watching the sun rise in the morning and set in the evening whenever we came to Tuscany for the holidays.
I turned to the sleeping figure snuggled close to me and lightly traced her soft features. I thought back to yesterday, how she played me, how I nearly lost control during our little fight. Starting from today, I was going to give her a complete set of clothes because my plan to see her in less back fired on me. I could still picture it now, her long bare legs as she prepared breakfast in the kitchen,
