Luna!" Lorenzo shouted.
No. Oh no! Luna thought. He finally noticed I was here, watching him. Ah, shit!
She hesitated Luna!" Lorenzo shouted.
No. Oh no! Luna thought. He finally noticed I was here, watching him. Ah, shit!
She hesitated for a second. Should I answer?
"Yes?" she finally said.
"What are you doing here? Why are you near the office again?" Lorenzo asked, his voice sharp with suspicion.
"What do you mean by that? This is my husband's house. I haven't done house chores in a long time, but today, I just felt like doing it," Luna replied smoothly.
Lorenzo narrowed his eyes. "No, you're not supposed to be doing this. Matteo wouldn't like it if he saw you doing house chores. That's the maid's job."
He stepped closer. "So please, leave this place at once. You're distracting me—I have an important file to find."
"What do you mean by that? How exactly am I distracting you?" Luna asked, crossing her arms. "You said the maid is supposed to be here, right? So if she were here, she wouldn't be distracting you, but somehow I am?"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You and I have never spoken before. We don't talk. I don't know you from anywhere, but now you're acting like you have the right to question me? Like you know me from somewhere?"
Luna scoffed. "Let's get one thing straight. I let you into my house. If I didn't want my husband to allow you in, he wouldn't have. You have your own fancy house—your own mansion just as big as ours. So why are you even here? Can't you do whatever it is you're doing in your own house?"
Lorenzo sighed. "Okay. Just… fine. Do whatever you want. But I still don't get it—chores? That's the maid's job. You've never done them before, so why now? And why here, in this hall?"
Luna's expression darkened. "Stop asking me all these questions. I already told you, and I'll say it again—I felt like doing chores. My husband doesn't allow me to when he's around. Since he's not here, now is the best time." She gestured around. "Every other part of the building is spotless. This is the only place that needed cleaning, so I'm cleaning it. No more questions." She shot him a warning look. "And don't ask me anything else. If you do, I'll call my husband. You're disturbing me, and I don't know why you're acting this way."
Lorenzo hesitated, then stepped back. "Sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you." He turned away. "Do whatever you want," he muttered as he walked back into the office.
Shit. Something isn't right.
Lorenzo clenched his jaw, his mind racing. She knows something. I don't know how much, but if she figures everything out, she could ruin everything.
He exhaled sharply. I could kill her now. Make it look like one of Matteo's enemies got to her. But Matteo wouldn't buy that. He'd ask what I was doing. He'd suspect everyone—he might even kill all the guards.
Lorenzo rubbed his temples. No, killing her is out of the question. If I tell Matteo I think she's suspicious, that's another problem. We have a mission—a big job ahead of us. We're tracking down the money the former mafia head stashed away. If I tell him I suspect Luna and he finds out she knows the truth… he might leave. And if she asks him to leave, he just might do it. Because he loves her.
Frustration burned in his chest as he stormed back into the office, forcing himself to focus on the file he needed to find.
Meanwhile, Luna kept sweeping, pretending not to notice Lorenzo's frustration. Once she was done, she grabbed a dustpan, swept up the dirt, and emptied it into the trash. Then, she dipped the mop into the bucket, wrung it out, and poured a little detergent on the floor before mopping.
Her eyes flicked to Lorenzo. He was lost in thought, his face tight with frustration.
What's up with him? she wondered. Why is he suddenly acting so careful? Did he figure something out?
She swallowed hard. If he has… that's going to be a problem. I need to act fast.
"Anyway, let me just keep doing what I'm doing," Luna muttered as she continued mopping, her eyes flickering toward the office.
She noticed a board on the wall with several pictures pinned to it. From where she stood, she couldn't see them clearly. If she wanted a better look, she'd have to get inside the office—but with Lorenzo watching her every move, that wasn't possible.
Meanwhile, Lorenzo was lost in thought, his mind racing about what to do with Luna. He knew she was up to something.
Matteo has changed so much since marrying her, he thought. He used to be ruthless—cold-blooded, even. But now, he's generous. Kind, even. Because of that, I've grown just as rich as him. But if he ever goes back to who he used to be… he won't give me a dime. He won't hesitate to kill anyone who crosses him.
Lorenzo exhaled sharply. Luna changed him a lot. Before, he always looked angry, like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Now? He's different. He still gets frustrated, but at least he doesn't kill.
Lorenzo knew one thing for sure—if he messed with Luna, Matteo might stop being his friend. Worse, he might even kick him out of the mafia. So for now, he'd give her all the respect he could while keeping a close eye on whatever she was up to.
Finally, after searching through the piles of documents on the desk, Lorenzo still hadn't found what he was looking for. He moved to the drawers, rummaging through them one by one. Where the hell is it?
Then, finally—he found it.
The file containing everything about Renshi. His address, his full name, his picture—every single detail was there.
Relief washed over Lorenzo. Finally.
But just as he was about to sit back down, he felt another urge—he needed to use the restroom. Badly. Without thinking, he got up, glanced around the hall, and saw that Luna was nowhere in sight. Assuming she had left, he stepped out of the office and went to find the maid.
"Where's the restroom?" he asked.
The maid nodded politely. "Follow me."
She led him down the hall, and within moments, he disappeared inside the restroom.
Little did he know—Luna was still in the hallway. She had been hiding behind the door the whole time.
Now's my chance.
Without hesitation, she tossed the mop aside and sprinted into the office.
Her eyes immediately landed on the board filled with pictures. What is this?
As she stepped closer, she realized what it meant. Some of the pictures had been crossed out—canceled. A chill ran down her spine.
These are people they've targeted… and the ones that are crossed out? Those are the ones they've already eliminated.
Her heart pounded as she stared at the board. What the hell is my husband involved in?
She swallowed hard and turned toward the desk. Now, she needed to check the files.
Luna kept checking and saw records of people with children. She opened a particular drawer and pulled out a file. The label on it read "8 Years Ago."
Her hands trembled as she opened it. Inside, she found a list of people who had been killed. Then, she saw something that made her freeze—a document showing that Matteo had once worked under someone.
What shocked her even more was another record stating that Matteo had been declared dead before she married him.
Her chest tightened. She had always assumed that maybe he had joined the mafia a couple of years ago, after they got married. But now she realized the truth—he had already been a part of it long before she came into his life.
And now, he was the head.
Luna's hands shook as she grabbed another file labeled "Money Transactions."
She flipped through the pages, her eyes widening with each one. It detailed every transaction made since Matteo became the mafia boss—drugs, assassinations, smuggling, illegal oil deals, human trafficking.
Her breath hitched. The total earnings listed in the file were over ten billion dollars.
Every single day, deals were being made. People were paying for deaths. Human lives were being traded like products.
The sheer thickness of the file showed just how much had been done. Luna clenched her jaw. Matteo had killed people.
Her heart pounded as she turned her attention to the table, looking for the file Lorenzo had been searching for. When she found it, she opened it and saw a picture of Renshi.
The file stated that Renshi was a Yakuza.
Not knowing exactly what the file meant, she set it aside and kept looking.
The table was covered with stacks of documents, tied together neatly. She reached down and lifted one of them—only to freeze.
A gun.
She immediately took a step back, her breath catching in her throat.
Her heart pounded as she hesitated, staring at the weapon. Slowly, she opened one of the table drawers.
Bullets.
She opened another drawer.
More guns. Different types.
Luna swallowed hard, her hands clammy. This wasn't just paperwork. This was undeniable proof.
Meanwhile, Lorenzo had finally finished what he was doing. He sighed in relief, no longer thinking about Luna, convinced she had left.
Now, he was heading back to the office.