Luca smiled at that description, because it was annoyingly accurate. But then his jaw tightened again. "No," he said. "You are not going anywhere near him."
Veronica let out a short breath. "You do a spectacular job of being annoying."
"Thank you."
"I wasn't complimenting you!"
"I accept it as one anyway."
"Come on," she said. "Who is your Donna?"
The wink she gave him was pure trouble.
"You are not Donna yet," he said.
"Okay," Veronica said, adjusting instantly, because if one title did not get her what she wanted, she would simply try another. "Who is your fiancée?" She said it with a sweet expression, all innocent eyes and soft tone, very obviously trying to manipulate him with cuteness.
Luca was, unfortunately, not immune to it. He looked at her for a long second, already aware he was in trouble. "Fiancée," he said carefully, "does not handle mafia business."
"This isn't mafia business," she said, pointing between them. "It's family business."
