Inside the Mansion The heavy doors closed behind the last of the De Lucas as they drifted back into the mansion, their voices hushed but urgent. The echo of car engines still lingered in the air, but it was nothing compared to the whispers that now filled the hall. Everywhere Luciano walked, eyes followed. Cousins leaned close to one another, murmuring behind raised hands. Uncles exchanged loaded glances. Even the elders who usually ignored him studied him now with sharp, weighing stares. He was the center of it all—envy, fear, awe swirling around him like smoke. --- Luciano’s Thoughts Luciano kept his head high, though his pulse beat harder than he wanted to admit. For the first time, he didn’t need to say a word. Jax had spoken for him—without lifting his voice, without even stayin

