Family Pressures

"You clean up nice, Moretti."

Sofia's breath caught as she took in Luca's appearance. He was devastatingly handsome in a tailored black tuxedo, his dark hair slicked back, emphasizing the sharp angles of his face. The scar on his cheek, usually a reminder of his dangerous world, now only added to his allure.

Luca's eyes raked over Sofia, taking in the slinky emerald dress that hugged her curves and brought out the color of her eyes. "You're not so bad yourself, Russo," he said, his voice low and husky.

They were preparing for the charity gala where they planned to steal the backup ledger from Sofia's father. The tension in the room was palpable, a mix of anticipation for their dangerous mission and the undeniable attraction simmering between them.

Enzo cleared his throat, breaking the moment. "If you two are done eye-fucking each other, can we go over the plan one more time?"

Sofia felt her cheeks heat up, but Luca just chuckled. "Jealous, old man?"

Enzo rolled his eyes. "Focus, boss.