Luca's pov
One of the reasons why I didn't get a house like my father's was that the place was needlessly large. The distance from the main gates to the front door took about five minutes. And that was by car.
I had an overly cautious nature to get a house like it. Lord knows I grew up in a constant state of alert. Security was harder to maintain, housestaffing was harder to keep up with but that didn't mean an attack attempt on the villa would be a successful one. Knowing my father, he probably had traps and high end security cameras situated around in the areas the soldiers didn't touch.
But then again, I preferred a smaller mansion.
“Welcome sir,” Antonio, my father's butler, greeted as I walked into the grand foyer of the house. He used to call me “young master” but had long dis
