Luca’s penthouse vibrated with the rage of a man who wasn’t used to losing. Monitors lined the walls like a scene from Money Heist, their screens blaring the same damning headline: “SCIENTIST’S s*x TAPE LEAKED: MAFIA MISTRESS OR MAD GENIUS?”
He paced the room, a predator in a tailored black suit, barking orders into his headset in rapid-fire Italian. “Bruciate tutto—hack the servers, bury the feeds, I don’t care if you melt the internet!”
I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, the city’s skyline a jagged tapestry of glass and greed. My reflection stared back at me. She was a woman fractured, her blouse still misbuttoned from last night’s chaos, her lips swollen from Luca’s bruising kisses. The video looped in my mind: his hands on my hips, my head thrown back in ecstasy, th……
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