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Maria Moretti is a young woman who has always lived a quiet, ordinary life, far removed from the dangerous world of organized crime. A promising career as a lawyer and a tight-knit family keep her grounded, but everything changes when she crosses paths with Luca DeLuca, the ruthless and enigmatic leader of the DeLuca mafia family. Their initial encounter is a collision of fate and danger, one that pulls Maria into a world she never knew existed-and a love she never anticipated. But just as Maria begins to grow closer to Luca, she meets Adrian Valenti, the charming and ambitious head of a rival mafia family. Adrian is everything Luca isn't: calculated, smooth-talking, and hiding a dark past that intrigues her. The connection between Maria and Adrian is undeniable, creating a tense love triangle that throws her world into chaos. As Maria's feelings for both men deepen, she is forced to make impossible choices. Caught between the fierce loyalty to Luca, who has his own secrets and demons, and Adrian, whose past threatens everything, Maria must navigate a maze of lies, betrayals, and violence. In a world where loyalty means life or death, Maria's heart will be torn between two men who will stop at nothing to claim her. Maria's Heart is a story of love, betrayal, and survival in the dangerous world of mafia families, where the heart can be both a weapon and a weakness. As Maria learns the painful truth about the men she loves, she must decide what she's willing to risk-and who she is willing to trust-before the mafia's grip destroys everything she holds dear.

Chapter 1 A Chance Encounter

Maria Moretti's heels echoed against the polished marble floors of the courthouse as she rushed to gather her things. The day had dragged on longer than she'd hoped, her latest pro bono case hitting roadblock after roadblock. But helping people like Mrs. Romano-a widow fighting to keep her home from foreclosure-was why Maria had become a lawyer in the first place. Still, the weight of the day pressed heavily on her, and all she wanted now was a hot bath and a glass of wine.

Outside, the cool night air wrapped around her as she stepped into the city streets. New York buzzed with life, but Maria barely noticed, her thoughts tangled in legal briefs and deadlines. She didn't see the man watching her from the shadows of a nearby alleyway, his sharp suit catching the faint glow of the streetlights.

---

Maria's world turned upside down in an instant. She was halfway to her car when the first scream shattered the night. Turning, she saw a man sprinting down the sidewalk, clutching a purse-Mrs. Romano's purse.

Without thinking, Maria shouted, "Hey! Stop!" and chased after him. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she pursued the thief down a dark alley. She wasn't sure what she'd do if she caught him, but the thought of letting Mrs. Romano lose her late husband's keepsakes was unbearable.

She didn't have to wait long to find out.

The thief came to an abrupt halt as a figure stepped into his path-a tall man with broad shoulders and an aura of calm authority. The stranger's face was partially obscured by the shadows, but his presence was unmistakable. The thief tried to veer around him, but it was no use. With a single, fluid motion, the man grabbed the thief by the collar and slammed him against the brick wall.

"Drop it," the man commanded, his voice low and dangerous.

The thief whimpered, letting the purse fall to the ground.

Maria approached cautiously, her breath catching as the man turned to face her. He was devastatingly handsome, his sharp jawline and piercing gray eyes cutting through the darkness like a blade. His tailored suit and polished shoes hinted at wealth, but there was something more-an edge of danger that set her on high alert.

"Is this yours?" he asked, holding up the purse.

Maria nodded, too stunned to speak.

"Next time, don't chase criminals," he said, his tone scolding but not unkind. "It's not safe."

"I couldn't just let him get away," Maria replied, finding her voice.

The man's lips curved into a faint smile. "You're brave. Stupid, but brave."

Before Maria could respond, the sound of approaching sirens filled the air. The man stepped back, melting into the shadows as the police arrived.

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Back at her apartment, Maria replayed the encounter in her mind. Who was that man? His confidence, his power-it was intoxicating. She couldn't shake the feeling that their paths would cross again.

And she was right.

The very next day, Maria found herself face-to-face with him once more, this time in a much more dangerous setting. Unbeknownst to her, she had stumbled into a world where loyalty and betrayal walked hand in hand-a world ruled by men like Luca DeLuca.

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Maria barely slept that night. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him-his piercing gray eyes, the faint smirk that danced on his lips, and the way he exuded authority with effortless ease. She couldn't decide if she felt gratitude or unease, but one thing was certain: the man was unforgettable.

The morning brought little relief. The sun streamed through her curtains, but Maria's thoughts remained clouded. She pushed herself through her morning routine-shower, coffee, and a quick glance at the news. The headlines were as grim as ever: rising crime rates, ongoing turf wars between rival families, and whispers of a mafia feud escalating in the city.

She barely registered the details, though. Her mind was too preoccupied with the case she was building for Mrs. Romano and the unsettling events of the previous night. She couldn't shake the feeling that the man who had helped her wasn't just anyone.

Later that afternoon, Maria found herself in an upscale café near the courthouse, reviewing documents over a latte. The hum of conversation and clinking cups created a comforting background noise, helping her focus.

That's when she saw him again.

He walked in like he owned the place, and for all Maria knew, he very well might. Heads turned as he entered, his presence commanding attention without effort. His sharp black suit was impeccably tailored, and his silver tie caught the light just enough to hint at his wealth.

Maria's stomach twisted. She wasn't sure if it was excitement, fear, or something in between.

Before she could decide whether to stay or slip out unnoticed, he spotted her. A flicker of recognition passed across his face, followed by a slow, deliberate smile. He walked straight to her table, his every step measured and confident.

"Maria, isn't it?" he said, his voice smooth as silk.

She blinked in surprise. "How do you know my name?"

His smile widened. "You left your business card in the purse. Thought it might come in handy."

Maria frowned, her lawyer's instincts kicking in. "You kept my card? That's... resourceful."

"Resourceful is one way to put it," he said, pulling out the chair across from her without waiting for an invitation. "I didn't catch your last name last night. Moretti, is it?"

Maria's pulse quickened. "Yes. And you are?"

"Luca DeLuca." He extended a hand, and she hesitated before shaking it. His grip was firm, his skin warm against hers. "It's a pleasure to officially meet you."

Maria had heard that name before. It was whispered in courtrooms and newsrooms, always in hushed tones. Luca DeLuca, the head of the most powerful crime family in the city.

"You're-" She stopped herself, unsure how to finish the sentence.

Luca raised an eyebrow. "I'm what?"

Maria swallowed hard. "Dangerous."

His laughter was soft but unnerving. "I suppose that depends on who you ask."

Luca's presence unnerved her, but Maria couldn't deny the magnetic pull she felt toward him. He asked about her work, showing genuine interest in her cases, and she found herself relaxing against her better judgment. He was intelligent, charming, and surprisingly well-versed in legal matters.

But as the conversation flowed, Maria couldn't shake the sense that there was more to his interest than simple curiosity.

"I owe you a proper thank-you," she said finally. "For helping me last night."

"No need," Luca replied, his tone light. "But if you insist, let me buy you dinner."

Maria's instincts screamed at her to refuse. This man was dangerous, a walking storm in an expensive suit. But there was something about him-an allure she couldn't resist.

"I don't think that's a good idea," she said, though her voice lacked conviction.

Luca leaned forward, his gray eyes locking onto hers. "Sometimes, the best ideas are the ones we don't plan."

Before Maria could respond, the café door swung open violently, and three men stormed in. Their leather jackets bore a familiar emblem-a serpent coiled around a dagger. Maria recognized it from the news as the symbol of the Valenti family.

The air shifted, the room growing tense as the men scanned the café. Their eyes landed on Luca, and the leader of the group smirked.

"Well, well," the man said, his voice dripping with mockery. "Luca DeLuca, enjoying a coffee date? How quaint."

Luca didn't flinch. He leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "And to what do I owe the pleasure, Dominic?"

Dominic's grin widened. "Just wanted to remind you that you're not untouchable. Stay out of Valenti territory, or next time..." He gestured to the patrons in the café, who were frozen in fear. "Next time, it won't be so friendly."

Maria's heart pounded as she watched the exchange. The tension in the room was palpable, and she realized just how dangerous Luca's world truly was.

As Dominic and his men left, Luca turned to her, his calm demeanor unshaken. "Still think dinner's a bad idea?"

Maria's lips parted, but no words came out. She was in over her head, and she knew it. But as Luca's eyes held hers, she also knew there was no turning back.

Maria's hands trembled slightly as she clutched the edge of the café table. Her heart was pounding so loudly she was certain Luca could hear it. The moment Dominic and his men left, the tension in the room shifted. Patrons began whispering among themselves, sneaking glances at Luca. The aura of power that surrounded him was undeniable, yet Maria couldn't decide if it made him more fascinating or more terrifying.

Luca leaned back in his chair, his movements calm and deliberate. He picked up his coffee cup, taking a slow sip as if the confrontation moments ago hadn't happened. When his gaze returned to Maria, his expression softened, but there was still an unmistakable edge in his eyes.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," he said, breaking the silence.

Maria forced a laugh, though it came out shakier than she intended. "I'm just... processing."

"Processing what?" Luca asked, setting his cup down and folding his hands on the table. "The fact that men like Dominic exist? Or the fact that you're sitting across from someone who deals with them every day?"

Her stomach twisted at his words. There was no sugarcoating what he was. Luca DeLuca wasn't just a man in a sharp suit with a commanding presence-he was dangerous, a figure who thrived in the shadows of society. And yet, here she was, unable to look away.

"I think it's the fact that you're so calm about it," Maria admitted, her voice steadying. "Most people would have been terrified."

Luca tilted his head, his lips curving into a faint smile. "Terrified men don't last long in my world."

His words hung in the air, heavy with implication. Maria didn't know whether to ask him more or run as far away as possible. But something about him drew her in, a magnetic pull that defied logic or reason.

Luca's phone buzzed on the table, pulling them both out of the moment. He glanced at the screen, his expression tightening for the briefest second before he silenced it and slipped the phone into his pocket.

"Business?" Maria asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"You could say that," Luca replied, his tone clipped.

Maria's curiosity got the better of her. "Does that 'business' have anything to do with men like Dominic?"

Luca's gray eyes bore into hers, sharp and calculating. For a moment, Maria thought he might brush her off, but instead, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

"I don't usually explain myself to anyone," he began, his voice low and deliberate. "But since you're sitting here, asking questions you probably shouldn't be asking, I'll tell you this much: Dominic is a nobody. A pawn in a much bigger game."

Maria's breath caught at the intensity in his tone. "And you're... what? A king?"

The corner of Luca's mouth lifted in a half-smile. "Something like that."

Maria wasn't sure what shocked her more-his admission or the way he said it with such ease. She could feel the walls of her carefully ordered life crumbling, the weight of her curiosity pushing her further into his world.

"I should go," Maria said suddenly, standing up so quickly her chair scraped against the floor.

Luca rose with her, his movements fluid and unhurried. "Why? Because you're scared? Or because you're afraid of what you might learn about me?"

Maria hesitated, her pulse racing. She didn't have an answer-not one that she could articulate, anyway.

"Let me drive you home," Luca offered, his voice softer now, almost gentle.

"That's not necessary," Maria replied, shaking her head.

"Humor me," he insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Against her better judgment, Maria found herself nodding. Luca guided her out of the café, his hand lightly resting on the small of her back. The gesture was protective, almost possessive, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

Outside, the night was cool and quiet, the earlier tension of the café fading into the background. A sleek black car was parked at the curb, and a driver stepped out as they approached.

"Miss Moretti will be joining us," Luca said to the driver before opening the door for Maria.

She hesitated for a moment, then slid into the plush leather seat. The interior of the car was immaculate, with subtle hints of cologne and leather that seemed to echo Luca's presence.

As the car pulled away, Maria glanced at Luca, who was sitting beside her, his expression unreadable.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked finally.

Luca turned to her, his gray eyes softening. "Because I want to make sure you're safe. And because I don't want tonight to be the last time we see each other."

Maria's heart skipped a beat at his words, but she didn't respond. Instead, she turned her gaze to the window, watching the city lights blur as the car sped through the streets.

The ride was silent for the most part, but Maria's mind was anything but. Questions swirled in her head, each one more pressing than the last. Who was Luca, really? What had drawn him into the world of organized crime? And why, out of all the people in the city, had he taken an interest in her?

By the time they arrived at her apartment building, Maria felt no closer to finding the answers. Luca stepped out first, holding the door open for her.

"Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Luca nodded, his gaze lingering on her. "Be careful, Maria. The world isn't as safe as you think."

Before she could respond, he was back in the car, and the driver sped off into the night. Maria stood on the sidewalk, staring after the car until it disappeared from view.

She didn't know it yet, but her life had just been irrevocably changed.

That night, Maria lay awake in bed, her mind replaying every moment of the evening. She couldn't shake the image of Luca-his piercing eyes, his commanding presence, the way he seemed to walk through life with an unshakable confidence.

But beneath the surface, there was something else. A darkness. A danger that both terrified and intrigued her.

For the first time in her life, Maria felt like she was standing on the edge of something vast and unknown. And she wasn't sure if she was ready to take the plunge.

Maria woke to the sound of rain tapping against her bedroom window. The gray light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a somber hue over her small apartment. She sat up slowly, her thoughts still heavy with the events of the previous day. Luca DeLuca had entered her life like a storm, disrupting the carefully constructed order she clung to.

She told herself it was just chance-that their paths had crossed at a moment of vulnerability and nothing more. But deep down, she knew that wasn't true. Men like Luca didn't do anything by chance.

Pulling on her robe, Maria padded to the kitchen to make coffee. The hum of the machine was a comforting routine, grounding her in the familiar. As she waited for the brew, her eyes wandered to the small stack of case files on her counter-the Romano case sitting right on top. She reached for it, flipping through the pages absentmindedly, but her mind kept drifting back to Luca's words.

"Sometimes, the best ideas are the ones we don't plan."

The memory of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. She didn't want to admit it, but she felt drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. It was reckless and irrational, but there was no denying the pull.

Her phone buzzed on the counter, jolting her from her thoughts. She glanced at the screen-a message from an unknown number.

"Good morning, Maria. I hope you slept well. -L"

Maria stared at the message, her heart racing. How had he gotten her number? She wasn't sure whether to feel flattered or alarmed.

Before she could decide how to respond, another message came through.

"I'd like to see you again. Tonight. My driver will pick you up at 7. Say yes."

Maria set the phone down as if it had burned her. She stared at the screen, the weight of his words sinking in. Luca wasn't asking-he was telling.

A knock at her door startled her, and she jumped, nearly spilling her coffee. Her mind raced as she crossed the room, a thousand possibilities running through her head.

When she opened the door, it wasn't Luca or anyone she recognized. A deliveryman stood there, holding a small black box tied with a crimson ribbon.

"Maria Moretti?" he asked, glancing at the address on the package.

"Yes," she said hesitantly.

"This is for you."

Maria took the box, her fingers brushing against the smooth fabric of the ribbon. She closed the door, her breath quickening as she set the package on the table.

Carefully, she untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside was a single white rose and a handwritten note.

"In my world, trust is earned. Let me show you why I deserve yours. -L"

Maria's chest tightened as she stared at the note, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She had spent her entire career fighting for justice, standing firm against the kind of men Luca represented. But now, faced with his charm, his confidence, and his dangerous allure, she felt her resolve wavering.

For the first time in her life, Maria wasn't sure what her next move should be.

As the rain continued to fall outside, she sat in her quiet apartment, holding the note in her hand. She knew that opening the door to Luca's world would come with risks-risks that could destroy everything she had worked for.

But as she stared at the rose, its delicate petals stark against the darkness of the box, she felt a thrill she couldn't deny.

Maria made her decision.

She picked up her phone, her fingers trembling as she typed a single word in response.

"Yes."

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