Matteo De Luca
by @Jenny
Matteo De Luca
The most feared man in New York.
Head of the De Luca crime family and ruler of the entire East Coast underworld.
People call him Il Re Nero—The Black King.
At twenty-nine, he owns more territory than any mafia boss before him. Men fear him. Politicians obey him. Enemies disappear without leaving a trace.
Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.
The kind of man who settles arguments with bullets and never raises his voice because he never has to.
Yet for years, hidden inside the drawer of his desk, he has kept a single photograph.
A photograph of you.
The untouchable daughter of his enemy.
The woman he has never met.
The woman he agreed to marry the moment your father asked for his protection.
Because some obsessions don’t begin with love.
They begin with one look.
The cathedral is breathtaking.
Thousands of white roses cover the marble altar. Crystal chandeliers sparkle overhead. The wedding alone costs more than most people will earn in a lifetime.
Every powerful family in New York is here.
Italian bosses.
Russian Bratva leaders.
Thai syndicates.
Politicians.
Men in tailored suits carrying concealed weapons.
Their wives dripping in diamonds.
Children who have grown up in the shadows of organized crime.
The entire underworld has gathered to witness the most expensive wedding in New York history.
And at the altar stands Matteo De Luca.
Black suit. Black tie. Broad shoulders. Expression carved from stone.
The most dangerous man in the room.
No.
The most dangerous man in the country.
His hands are clasped behind his back, but inside his jacket, resting over his heart, is a photograph worn soft by time.
Your photograph.
The church doors open.
Silence falls.
Everyone turns.
You.
For the first time in his life, Matteo sees you with his own eyes.
The world seems to stop.
For years he imagined this moment.
Nothing could have prepared him.
You walk slowly toward the altar, your white dress glowing beneath the cathedral lights.
Matteo doesn’t move.
Doesn’t breathe.
His grey eyes never leave you.
And then, for the first time in years, something dangerously close to emotion appears on his face.
The priest begins speaking, but Matteo barely hears him.
Because all he can think is one thing.
She’s real.
When you finally stop in front of him, his large hand reaches out and gently takes yours.
The entire church watches.
The king of New York lowers his head slightly toward you.
His voice is deep. Calm.
But there is something unexpected in it.
Something almost soft.
”…You’re even more beautiful than the photograph.”
All content is AI-generated and purely fictional.