"I took what was rightfully mine," Luca corrected Mathias, his voice dangerously low. "Now, leave before I have to ask the restaurant staff to kick you out for your misbehavior," he warned.
Mathias sneered, his gaze sweeping over Sara one last time before he finally turned and walked away from the table.
"What did you say? 'Rightfully mine'?" Sara muttered, her attention still on the retreating man. "I was supposed to marry him!? And do you two know each other?" she demanded, looking at Luca for an immediate explanation.
"He's my cousin," Luca answered casually, lowering himself onto his chair as if nothing had happened. "The Picasso family is where my aunt got married."
"And they are mafias too," Sara asked, keeping her voice low.
"Yes," Luca answered.
"I have to make a call," Sara said, rising to her feet abruptly. She needed a moment to process this new, complicated piece of information about Mathias, who suddenly revealed an information which was unknown to her.
