LUCA
Luca stepped into the room, tearing his suit off. He couldn't remember the last time he had worn one.
He snapped a finger at Demetrius, one of his men. "Pour me a drink. Make it a strong one."
Marco waved Demetrius away, and poured the drink himself. He squeezed half a lemon inside the gin, and brought it over. "Don't get drunk. You still have to bed your wife."
Luca grunted and gulped down half of the drink. He grunted, faking a groan. Marco laughed, tipping back half his drink too. "To your marriage. May it give us healthy sons and daughters. Sons especially."
Luca closed his eyes, remembering Alina's wide eyes as she stared up at him, her teeth biting into her lower lip. Oh definitely, they would make children. Lots of them if she kept staring at him like that.
