An Underboss's Priceless Regret

"Miss Caruso, please order whatever you'd like," I said politely. "My brother and I have already chosen."

She took the menu with a smile, then said suddenly, "I'm sure the food here is wonderful, but I'm more familiar with Lucian's tastes. You see, to appease the Caruso family, he even had the iris tattoo he got for you altered."

My composure cracked. That tattoo had been his secret eighteenth birthday gift to me. He had said that iris would only ever bloom for me.

I had pestered him to show it to me again and again. He had laughed and said, "What's the rush, my Principessa? It's on me for life, and it belongs only to you."

So, he was willing to erase the symbol of me for another woman.

Lucian looked uneasy and quickly explained, "Reyan needed an assurance, a gesture for everyone to see. It's just an act. Besides, I still have the stencil. I can get it tattooed back anytime. Loraine, you understand."

My brother interjected smugly, "I don't know what's gotten into her lately, but she's suddenly keen on an arranged marriage. At first, she almost made Papa draw his gun, but she's quite talented at it. She's got a good eye."

"Whoever marries my sister gets the support of half the Marchetti family."

Valachi had been smiling, but at these words, the light in his eyes dimmed. "Loraine is considering an arranged marriage?"

I paused, swallowing the bitter taste on my tongue, and nodded. "I've reached an age where I should contribute to the family. If you have any suitable candidates, I'll count on you, our Underboss, to make some introductions for me."

The moment the words left my mouth, Lucian's face darkened. His eyes, sharp as a falcon's, locked onto me, as if trying to read some hidden emotion on my face.

Reyan noticed the drastic shift in his mood, and her own expression stiffened for a moment.

Soon, she was smiling again. "Miss Marchetti, you're so lucky. You have two men who care about you so much. I'm truly envious. I think Lucian here is a great match. Perhaps you should consider—"

"Nonsense. Loraine is my sister!" my brother said with a frown, his eyes full of exasperation even though she hadn't finished.

I nodded in agreement. "That's right. I've only ever seen Lucian as a brother. Miss Caruso, please don't make such jokes. To be honest, I think you two are a much better match."

The color drained from Lucian’s face. He gritted his teeth, hissing each word. "Is that so? Then how about I introduce you to someone else?"

"That would be wonderful. Thank you, Lucian," I replied softly, a gentle smile on my face, without a trace of resistance.

With a loud bang, he knocked over a wine glass. He didn't seem to notice as he stormed toward the door, not even sparing Reyan a word.

She murmured an apology and hurried after him. Before leaving, she gave me a look I couldn't quite decipher, a mixture of triumph and warning.

A tightness seized my chest, and a strange sense of unease washed over me.

Meanwhile, my brother, always the last to catch on, was completely oblivious. He just complained, "What's with him now? His temper hasn't changed a bit! I really don't know how he's going to manage the family in the future!"

Indeed. For seven years, I had endlessly tolerated his temper. Looking back, I realized just how foolish I had been.

I didn't continue the conversation with my brother. Instead, I brought up my plans to study. "Hey, Lucian," I began, "I'm planning to book a flight to Rhode Island in three days. I want to go early."

He blinked in surprise. "So soon? I thought school didn't start for over a month. This is sudden... You haven't told Valachi, have you?"

I shook my head gently, speaking as much to him as to myself. "I don't need to tell him. He doesn't need to know. My business is no longer his concern."