Cook for the Mafia Boss

ike an electric current. Luca had left them alone, perhaps as a test, perhaps to see how they would handle each other, but whatever his intentions, Francesca knew she was caught in

see the look in his eyes and something more than just indifference. It was possessiveness, something darker than anything she had seen in him before. Giulia's voice interrupted the silence, sweet and venomous. "You're playing a dangerous game, darling," she called over to Francesca, a twisted smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "You think you know him, but you don't. You're not prepared for what comes next." Francesca's stomach churned, and for a moment, she felt like the walls were closing in on her. Giulia's words echoed in her mind, each one a cold warning. She wasn't prepared for this, for Luca's world-this world of power, secrets, and lies. "What do you mean by that?" Francesca asked, her voice low, a thread of fear weaving through her words. Giulia's smile widened, her eyes glinting with something cruel. "Oh, you'll see," she said softly, her gaze never leaving Francesca's. "You'll see exactly what you're up against." Alone in her apartment, Francesca sat on the edge of her bed, staring down at the small white plastic stick in her hands. Her world had shifted just hours ago, and now, this? The small pink line on the pregnancy test mocked her, a reminder of the night with Luca, of everything she had tried to ignore. Her heart raced as she stared at it, unable to make sense of the reality that was crashing in on her. She had spent the last few weeks caught between desire and caution, trying to figure out what Luca's world truly meant for her, but this? This was a different kind of consequence. Francesca's fingers trembled as she set the test down on the edge of the sink, her reflection in the mirror a stranger to her. The fear and uncertainty gnawed at her insides. She had never imagined this. She could never have imagined this in a million years. Her mind raced with thoughts of Luca. How would he react? Would he even care? Or had she simply become another woman in his long line of distractions? "This is