Page 26 of The Bonventi Hitman

“Your tits look great. Looking very fuckable indeed,” he says, licking his lips.

Ugh, gross.

My mouth feels dry, and I can barely find the words to respond. "I'll take that as a compliment, so thank you. I'm looking forward to our evening together," I manage to say, offering up a slight smile.

Luca smirks and leans back in his seat as the driver gets behind the wheel.

As the car weaves through the city, the anticipation kills me, so I work up the courage to ask him where he's taking me.

"Where are we headed tonight?"

Luca glances at me. "A high-stakes poker party at Enzo's place. It'll be fun."

My chest tightens at the mention of Enzo Bonventi, the don of the Bonventi family.

Shit, right into the lion's den.

This could be a great opportunity to gather intel, as I imagine other members of the family will be in attendance.

I wonder if Gabriel will be there.

I keep my composure so Luca doesn't see through my act. "I'm looking forward to it. It does sound like fun."

Luca pulls out a flask and takes a sip, his eyes never leaving me. "Just remember, Sofia, you're there as my guest. So behave and act lady-like, you know," he says and reaches over, cupping my left breast, "show the other fellas what they're missing."

I instinctively feel my left arm coming up to bend his wrist, but I suppress my training and grab his hand instead.

"Oh, don't be silly," I say and playfully pull his hand away, "but of course. Don't worry about me."

When we arrive at Enzo's mansion, I'm taken aback by its sheer size. The wrought-iron gates open, revealing a grand entrance with towering pillars. The driver makes his way up to the front, where a man rushes over and opens the door for me.

"Pleasant evening, ma'am," he says while assisting me out of the car. The driver opens Luca's door, and the man helping me abandons me for him.

"Oh, Mr. Romano, welcome. Looking very sharp tonight, sir."

Luca walks by ignoring him and wraps his hand around my waist before squeezing my ass. "Let's go inside," he says to me and almost pushes me forward.

Much like the Irish Don's home, this too is an overwhelming spectacle: crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and ornate gold-framed paintings.

As we enter the poker room, I scan the area, telling myself I'm looking for familiar faces from FBI files, but really, I'm searching for one face in particular. One that's been haunting my dreams.

Luca grabs a drink and I look around at everyone who's dressed in suits that likely cost more than my yearly salary. I believe I start to recognize a few faces from the files when Enzo comes into my view.

He walks up to us and shakes Luca's hand. His 6'4" frame towers over me. His height reminds me of Gabriel, but where Gabriel's presence makes my skin tingle with electricity, Enzo's just reminds me of power.

"This is Sofia," Luca says, pointing to me.

Enzo greets me with a charming smile. Up close, he's not as old as he looks —late 40s with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Despite his reputation, there's a captivating energy about him that commands attention. I can see why people follow him without question.

"Sofia, it's a pleasure to meet you," Enzo says, taking my hand and placing a kiss on the back of it.

"The pleasure is all mine," I reply, batting my eyelashes for good measure. As I pull my hand back, I knock over Luca's glass, sending the liquid spreading across the pristine floor. "Oh! I'm so clumsy, I'm sorry?—"

Luca groans, his tone full of sarcasm. "Perfect. Just perfect."

I flinch, my cheeks flushing hot. Before I can stammer another apology, Enzo leans in, his voice low and soothing. "Tolstoy once said, ‘If you look for perfection, you’ll never be content.’ Don’tworry about it, Sofia. Better the floor than your dress—we’ll have someone clean it up."

I feel a flutter in my stomach. His charm is undeniable, and for a moment, I almost forget that he's one of the most dangerous criminals in the US.