“I Have Dinner Plans This Friday” — The Obsessed Mafia Boss Snapped When His Accountant Said She Was Seeing Another Man
Chapter 6
Mia moved into a secure property temporarily.
She hated it.
Luca didn’t.
He checked the security cameras himself.
She watched him.
“You really don’t trust anyone.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because trust gets people killed.”
She looked at him.
“Do you trust me?”
“More than anyone.”
The answer came instantly.
Mia felt it.
That kind of trust was dangerous.
Because it made her want to return it.
They worked together.
The stolen files had been backups.
Mia had another copy.
She hadn’t told anyone.
Not even Luca.
He stared at her after she revealed it.
“You hid evidence from me?”
“I needed a backup.”
He smiled.
“Good.”
She laughed.
“You’re not angry?”
“Never be angry at the accountant who saves your life.”
They rebuilt the case.
Money transfers.
Bank records.
Shell companies.
Communication patterns.
They discovered Marco wasn’t working alone.
There was someone inside the legal division.
Someone who had access to contracts and court records.
His name was Julian Price.
Mia didn’t know him well.
Luca did.
“He advised my father.”
The pattern was clear.
Marco planned to remove Luca from the organization.
Victor would then take over several territories.
Julian would handle the legal cleanup.
Mia was the only person who could trace the money.
That’s why they targeted her.
She was dangerous to them.
One evening, Luca found Mia sitting by the pool.
“You should sleep.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Too much to think about.”
He sat beside her.
“I understand.”
She looked at him.
“What happens to people who leave your world?”
He was silent.
“It depends.”
“On what?”
“Whether they know too much.”
She frowned.
“I know too much.”
“I know.”
“And?”
“I’ll protect you.”
She studied him.
“That’s not what I asked.”
He looked at her.
“Then I’ll tell you the truth.”
She waited.
“I want you in my life.”
“That’s complicated.”
“Yes.”
“You could lose me.”
“Yes.”
“I could choose to leave.”
“Yes.”
She looked surprised.
“You’d let me?”
He smiled sadly.
“I told you. You choose.”
Mia looked away.
She realized she trusted him.
Not because he was powerful.
Because he respected the one thing he couldn’t control.
Her choice.
She reached for his hand.
He looked at her.
Neither spoke.
Then Mia leaned toward him.
They kissed.
Slowly.
No urgency.
No power.
Just trust.
Afterward, Luca whispered:
“Tell me to stop.”
She shook her head.
“I don’t want you to.”
That night changed everything.
But outside the property, a car waited.
Victor’s people were watching.
And the war was about to become personal.
