The Art Gallery.

Dominick's POV

Alen shifted uncomfortably under my gaze. "Yes, Dom, she... she was a bit down yesterday, so I kind of kept her company."

"I asked you to take her home safely, not get her fucking drunk!"

"I'm so sorry, boss. It won't happen again, I promise," he bowed his head slightly.

"It's... not his fault," Luna's tiny voice interrupted, drawing my attention to her. "I was the one who insisted that I wanted... to get drunk."

I couldn't shake the feeling that something was definitely wrong here. It was as if they were hiding something from me.

"Leave us alone, Alen," I ordered.

"Yes, boss," Alen replied and walked off back to the mansion.

"Why did you drink yesterday to the point that Alen had to carry you? Are you trying to give my men something to talk about?"

She glared at me before fixing her grey eyes elsewhere. "Why do you care? It's not as if... you don't have a girlfriend..."

I chuckled darkly, throwing my head back. "Did you just compare yourself to me?"

She recoiled and almost lost balance, but I caught her arm and brought her close to my chest. "Dressing like that, getting drunk, and letting another man fucking carry you, I hate all of that."

"Why?" She asked innocently, catching me off guard for a second.

"Because you're supposed to be my wife."

"Would you have complained if it were Sol?"

My head shook slightly at her silly question.

"And don't say yes. I know everything... you're in an open relationship with her."

"Who the fuck told you that? Alen?"

"He didn't tell... me anything."

I tipped her chin up and forced her to look at me. "Look at you defending him. Do you like him? Do you want to fuck him?"

"Am I not allowed to..." She replied defiantly, tears forming in her eyes. "Am I not allowed to have feelings?"

My heart clenched at her words. She couldn't be serious. She had feelings for Alen? Fuck!

I released her roughly. "Do something about those damn feelings because it will never happen between the two of you."

"Dominick, I..."

"Get dressed. We're going out together," I ordered, striding back to the mansion.

I felt weak, powerless, but I couldn't afford to admit why. It wasn't possible. But one thing was certain: I'd never let her be with Alen.

Thirty minutes later, she descended from her room, looking exquisitely beautiful in a blue two-piece dress, her hair cascading down her shoulders. With each sway of her hips, I felt a slight twitch in my cock. God, I wanted her badly.

Swallowing hard, I motioned with my hand. "Let's go," I said, not bothering to check if she followed.

Inside the car, silence enveloped us. I focused on my phone, trying to distract myself. Even her alluring scent threatened to drive me insane.

"Where... are we going?" she asked softly, playing with her fingers.

"You'll see soon," I replied curtly.

After 40 minutes, we arrived at our destination. Stepping out of the car, I turned to her.

"Make sure you stay by my side at all times. Clear?" I instructed firmly, and she nodded silently.

I held her hand tightly as we headed straight into the art gallery, my men in tow. Truth be told, it wasn't actually an art gallery but a meeting place for illegal Mafia dealings. I glanced at Luna's face; her brows furrowed slightly, probably wondering why we were in an art gallery. We took the elevator and made our way to the underground hideout.

Stepping inside, we were greeted by the smell of cocaine and alcohol. Strippers were also performing for entertainment. The men all fixed their attention on us, acknowledging us with a bow as we passed by, their curious eyes fixed on Luna. I held her hand tightly, drawing her close to me protectively.

We arrived at a door, and I paused, turning to my men. "Wait here," I ordered curtly before entering with Luna.

As I entered the room, the atmosphere was tense. Don Salvatore sat across from us, his gaze piercing. I gestured for Luna to sit beside me as we faced the leader of the Salvatore Mafia.

Don Salvatore was a middle-aged man, who was both intelligent and strong. "Do you have the device?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes, Sol has it," I replied confidently. "I just need you to tell me where Marcelo is."

Don Salvatore was the go-to guy when it came to locating anyone in the underground world. Apart from finding Marcelo, I would have asked him to help me with Sol as well, but I couldn't afford for anyone to find out she was actually missing.

He leaned back, studying me. "I want to help you," he said, his tone serious. "But I need to be sure."

Suddenly, a group of men emerged from the shadows, surrounding us. I stood up instinctively, pulling Luna protectively to my side as the men closed in.

"This wasn't what we planned, Don Salvatore," I warned in a cold tone.

"I just have to make sure, no hard feelings," he mused, watching closely as his men surrounded us.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you do this," I said, bringing out a remote control from my pocket.

"What the fuck is that?" he asked, sitting up in his chair.

"Something special!" I smirked, raising the small remote. "One click, and we're all going to die here."