“I Have Dinner Plans This Friday” — The Obsessed Mafia Boss Snapped When His Accountant Said She Was Seeing Another Man
Chapter 8
Luca’s transition attracted media attention.
Some called it a business restructuring.
Others called it a war.
Mia ignored the headlines.
She focused on numbers.
The legitimate businesses were profitable.
The criminal side was expensive.
Slowly, Luca shut it down.
His uncle’s network collapsed.
Victor’s people disappeared.
The remaining organization became smaller.
Cleaner.
Legal.
One evening, Luca came home exhausted.
Mia found him sitting in the kitchen.
She placed coffee in front of him.
“You’re becoming domestic.”
He smiled.
“Don’t tell anyone.”
She laughed.
He looked at her.
“You stayed.”
“I chose to.”
“Why?”
She thought.
“Because I saw the man underneath.”
“That’s dangerous.”
“Probably.”
They kissed.
Their relationship deepened.
Mia eventually moved in permanently.
They kept separate accounts.
Separate professional responsibilities.
She continued her career.
Luca continued his.
They refused to let their relationship erase individuality.
One weekend, they traveled to the countryside.
No security visible.
No meetings.
No phones.
They rented a small house.
Mia cooked.
Luca nearly burned the kitchen.
She laughed for twenty minutes.
“I thought you could cook.”
“I never said that.”
“You implied.”
“I was lying.”
She kissed him.
“You’re terrible.”
“I know.”
They talked about marriage.
Children.
The future.
Mia was scared.
Luca understood.
“I’ve spent my life surviving.”
“So have I.”
“I don’t know how to build something normal.”
“We learn.”
She smiled.
“Together.”
He nodded.
“Together.”
Then Mia received an offer from a major accounting firm.
A promotion.
More money.
More prestige.
Less danger.
She considered it.
Luca told her to take it.
She looked surprised.
“You’re not trying to stop me?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because loving you means wanting your life to grow, even when I’m not at the center of it.”
She smiled.
“That’s why I can’t leave.”
He laughed.
“Good.”
She accepted the job.
Her career expanded.
She became an independent financial consultant for several companies.
Luca wasn’t her boss anymore.
That mattered.
Their relationship became healthier.
She had her own identity.
He had his.
They met at home.
Not in an office.
Not as employer and employee.
As partners.
One evening, she said:
“I think I understand why you were jealous.”
He looked at her.
“Why?”
“Because you were afraid I’d choose an easier life.”
He nodded.
“I was.”
“I might have.”
“Would you now?”
She smiled.
“No.”
He took her hand.
“Good.”
