Luca's POV
The smoke that came from Don Moretti's Cuban cigar drifted slowly and gracefully through the air. It created shadows that swirled and moved between us as he relaxed in his chair.
He leaned back comfortably, and his eyes were locked on me with a focused intensity that made me feel a little uneasy, almost like a chill running down my spine.
“Very soon, my boy,” he said in a calming voice which was as smooth as the smoke he was blowing out. “Camila Moreau will become your wife.”
I blinked my eyes several times, trying to make sense of the words I had just heard.
“Hold on a second, what exactly do you mean by that? My bride? Don, I really don’t get it…“ For a brief moment, a feeling of disbelief washed over me as I shifted my gaze to Camila, who was sitting right across the tab
