Jax returned to the head table, his aura filling the space before he even sat down. Draco and Vince instinctively straightened at his approach, while Matteo and Nic kept their quiet guard near Luciano. Luciano, who had been finishing his polite exchange with the Don, caught sight of Jax from across the hall. But what truly caught his attention was the way eyes followed him—and the young man at his side. Whispers rippled across the tables, some filled with envy, others curiosity. Luciano’s sharp instincts picked up on it immediately. He had been in the mafia world long enough to recognize the subtle tremors of attention when someone dared orbit too close to what was his. The moment Jax patted Dante’s head—a gesture so uncharacteristic of him—Luciano felt a faint tightening in his chest.

