Page 62 of Legacy
Luciano stands, his face stone cold.
“Adriana, you’re marrying him whether you want to or not, don’t make it fucking difficult.”
He sits. Takes a breath, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose like he’s the one inconvenienced.
“Go drink, fuck around and say goodbye to your friends, do whatever you have to do to cut the attitude and then get your shit together.”
All I can do is glare at him, lost for words.
Devastated.
Furious.
“Grow up and do your duty for the family.”
He hands me a pen.
I grip the pen so hard my knuckles blanch, the metal digging into my skin. My signature trembles across the page, a curse written in cursive. The ink barely dries before I push it away like it burns.
The silence after is louder than his voice.
He says nothing. I say nothing.
I set the pen down, my name etched in ink I’ll never be able to scrub out.
Chapter 14
Adriana
Three Months Later
It’s been three months of silence.
Three long months since I signed that damn certificate, binding me to a man who hadn’t even bothered to call.
And three long months of my brother avoiding me at every turn.
The frustration simmers in my chest as I march toward his private gym.
If Angelo isn’t going to demand my presence, then I need some answers.
The hallway leading to Luciano’s gym is colder than the rest of the estate—marble underfoot, framed black-and-white photos of fighters from decades past lining the walls. I pass the storage rack filled with gloves and wraps, the heavy scent of sweat and metal hitting me as I push open the thick door.
The gym is cavernous, lit by overhead fluorescents that hum low and unforgiving. The walls are lined with mirrors, punching bags hanging from reinforced beams, and the ring takes up most of the center space—clean, but stained from years of bruises and blood.
Luciano is sparring with Rafael.
Both men shirtless, muscles flexing under the overhead lights as they circle each other in the ring.
Andfuck,Rafael has been looking sodamn good.
Rafael lands a quick jab to Luciano’s side.
A smirk tugs at my lips.
Good.
Big brother not as invincible as he pretends to be.
