Cold dinner
"It won't take long, three days in maximum until Protacio finds out you killed his son. This will spark a real war between our organization and his," Dante told Luca with real concern as his best friend and his right-hand man.
"I'm not even scared. His organization is no match to mine. Also, I have a real good reason for killing him."
Dante creased his forehead and asked, "And that is?"
"You know how serious of a crime it is for a mafia to steal another mafia's woman. And I'm not just any mafia. I'm Lord Jaguar, Dante."
After hearing Luca's newfound rationale behind the murder, Dante sat comfortably on the car's seat and grinned.
'What did I expect? Of course, he has a plan!' Dante thought.
"So, you're claiming it now. That Juliette is your woman."
Luca looked outside the window and had a faraway look in his eyes.
"Whose woman is she then, if not mine?"
Dante mysteriously wiped away the grin on his face and said, "Well, she could be mine."