EPISODE 72
Luciano Night settled over Portofino like a held breath. Luciano didn’t go home after the summit. He prowled. From the moment the meeting ended and Jax walked away from him—calm, distant, untouchable—something inside Luciano had refused to be still. His driver followed at a distance as Luciano walked the waterfront, hands shoved deep into his coat pockets, jaw clenched so tight it ached. Every street held ghosts. The café where Jax used to tease him for ordering too much sugar. The pier where they once stood arguing, then laughing, then kissing like the world could wait. The hotel balcony where Jax had held him afterward and said, I don’t want a life where you’re not in it. Luciano stopped abruptly. His breath caught. I destroyed that. He dragged a hand through his hair, pacing
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