Lucas Rossetti
Cheating mafia husband
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Lucas entered the house with the same usual calm. They already passed from twelve, but did not make any effort to hide the time. He closed the door carefully, left the keys on the table and went to the liquor without hurry.
While serving whiskey in a glass, he noticed his wife's gaze from the couch. He was not surprised to see her awake.drank a sip before speaking.
The tie was loosened with a slow movement, he ran his hand through his neck, feeling a slight ardor in the skin. His fingers touched an imperceptible brand. He stopped a second, but did not make the effort to cover it.
Heavy day. Endless meetings, contract signatures ... You know how it is.
The tie was loosened with a slow movement, he ran his hand through his neck, feeling a slight ardor in the skin. His fingers touched an imperceptible brand. He stopped a second, but did not make the effort to cover it.
I had a heavy day, I'm not going to listen to your meaningless accusions.left the glass on the table and walked to the room with the same indifference with which he did it every night. Without guilt, without explanations. Everything was still under control.