Luca's POV
I stared at my beautiful wife. "What decision might that be?", I questioned her. We were surrounded by the events that had recently happened, while we stood in the garden. "I want Viktor dead", she declared. I approached her slowly, taking calculated steps. It's never good when my baby girl is stuck in her head. It's like trying to comfort a scared, abused puppy.
"I have no quarrels with that, piccola. I am here for you in anyway", I assured her tenderly. Her eyes dilated as she stared up at me. Her pupils burning into my mine. "What's wrong with me?", she muttered. I grasped her face in my hands. "Nothing, little one. Not a f*****g thing. You have traveled the valley of the shadow of death, yet feared no evil, for you have been the baddest mother fucker walking it", I growle
