The Enemy's Son

Valentine Moretti, the youngest female mafia boss. After her father's unexplained death, she took charge of the Moretti syndicate as the first female to claim the seat. She has personally executed anyone who dares defy her because she's a woman or anyone who grumbles, striking fear into the hearts of everyone. She suspects her father was killed in a war with the De Luca family, but without proof, the rest of the mafia families won't provide her with the help she needs to take the De Luca family down. She's currently in her office as she hears three knocks, each with a brief interval of five seconds. It's him. Her personal rat in the De Luca family. "Speak" "Madam, I found something." "I have no time for suspense. That's your last warning," The informant immediately drops to his knees and falls flat on his face in apology, "Please forgive me, Madam." "Good." "He has a son, the Don has a son, a quiet kid, Luca De Luca." "Luca? What a dumb name, who names their kid Luca? Isn't Luca already part of his name? " she rubs her head."Just hearing about their family is giving me a headache. " "I apologise, madam. Luca isn't aware of his father’s mafia. He thinks his dad runs a legitimate business. Luca works as a nurse. It seems the Don doesn't want his child involved in the mafia mess. " She immediately grins wildly, "So he has a weakness after all, after all this time," she laughs out loudly. The room shifts, and she puts a bullet through the informant's head, "Your work is finished rat, I gotta tie up loose ends." She goes to the window and overlooks her estate. "Alessandro, he took everything from my dad and killed him." She bit her lip so hard it starts bleeding. "I'm gonna take everything from him, EVERYTHING, and I'm going to make him watch," She sits in her chair as her guards empty the dead informant. She keeps thinking of ways to hurt Alessandro. "Fine... I get it. Alessandro killed my dad because he wanted to marry a woman he liked. " She looks down at Luca's picture, "I wonder what Alessandro's expression will be when Luca introduces me as his wife." Fast forward to the present day. Valentina is getting ready, "I hope you remember the plan. It'd be a shame if a bullet somehow finds its way into your skull," "Yes ma'am" Luca is currently getting some things at the grocery store, "Wow, I finally have a day off, I better restock on supplies, I've been surviving on instant noodles all week," Then he felt someone tap his shoulder, an old woman. "Listen, son, you'll find a woman, a woman with a twisted ankle, and you'll propose to her, for she is destined to be your future wife," Valetina is across the stall, in a large hat, sunglasses, and a scarf. She knows Luca believes in these kinds of things. "A wife?" "Yes, son, a wife." As soon as Luca steps out, Valentina's plan swung into action. She passes the back and deliberately twists her own ankles. Luca hears a sharp scream, his nurse instincts taking over. And there she was, Valentina. Luca lifts her up and takes her to his apartment. "Relax, breathe, you're fine, I'm a nurse." Valentina smiles in Luca's chest. She knows step one is already complete.