My Sexy Sassy Boss

There’s a popular saying in Italy that men might be born equal, but power chooses it's own.

This was confirmed when Six black Audi cars rolled into the private terminal of Rome's airport and stopped almost in sync, doors opening as men in dark suits stepped out with the quiet confidence of those who answered to no law but their own.

They spread out instinctively, eyes sharp, hands relaxed but ready, and then the middle car opened.

He stepped out slowly, tall and broad, his presence immediately bending the air around him.

Blonde hair swept neatly back from a face carved with cold authority, eyes clear, unreadable, dangerous in their calm. Oliver De Luca did not rush, he never did. Men like him were not pressed by time, time bent around them. In the underworld, his name was currency, a warning, a promise of violence carried out without hesitation.

King Oliver de Luca

He preferred to be called Luca, just like his father.

As he walked, conversations died, shoulders stiffened, and even the security personnel straightened unconsciously. Power did not need to be loud. It announced itself and he was the power.

A man fell into step beside him, matching his stride with practiced ease.

"Everything is in place."

"Talk," Luca replied, not looking at him.

"You'll land in Los Angeles by morning. Mickey will be waiting."

Luca's gaze shifted briefly. "Where."

"At LAX, a Private hangar at the west side." The man replied.

Luca gave a single nod. "Good."

The man hesitated, just a fraction. "There's been movement...nothing obvious, but enough to notice."

"If anyone moves without my permission," Luca said calmly, "you already know what to do."

The man inclined his head. "Of course."

Matteo Russo had been with him long enough to survive loyalty, betrayal, and blood. He was the closest thing Luca had to a friend, which was precisely why he was still alive amd second to power.

They reached the steps of the plane. Luca paused, turning his gaze back toward the city that belonged to him even when he was absent.

"Keep Italy quiet," he said.

"It will be," Matteo answered with a smile.

Luca gave a slight smile, more like a smirk and boarded the plane without another word, and moments later, the jet lifted into the night.

Italy disappeared beneath the clouds.

*

Los Angeles was loud in a way May Boston found exhausting.

She moved through the airport with controlled elegance, heels clicking softly against the polished floor, posture straight, expression already bored. Her sunglasses hid her eyes, not that she needed them to intimidate anyone, confidence radiated from her naturally.

She spotted her personal assistant immediately.

"You're late," she said, slipping off her glasses.

He smiled apologetically. "You should have seen how bad and terrible the traffic was"

She scoffed. "Traffic is not an excuse in this city, it's a constant."

She took another step forward as she kept talking and collided with something solid, unmoving.

Ouch! She winced and