Andretti's eyes fluttered open, his gaze blurry and unfocused. He's met with a bright, harsh light that makes his head throb. He tried to lift his hand to shield his eyes, but a sharp pain shoots through his stomach, making his gasp. Dr Roberto's worried face comes into view, "Finally, you are awake!". Andretti tried to speak, but his voice was hoarse and barely audible. He cleared his throat, wincing in pain. " Lucia....". Dr Robert smiled, "Lucia is fine, she had been with you all night, I had to pry her away from your side so she could get some rest, she will be back soon". Andretti nodded, he looked around, he was in his spare room, surrounded by beeping machines, a faint smell of antiseptic hung in the air. Andretti's memories came flooding back- the shootout, the bullet wound, the feeling of his life slipping away, he tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness forces him back onto the pillow. Dr Roberto gentle restraining him, "Easy there Andretti, you are still pretty much
As she stared into his eyes, Lucia reminiscing how she felt when she heard the news that Andretti had been shot, she could remember how scared she got, she was terrified of losing Andretti. When she got to the room where he was, she gazed at him lying unconscious in bed, Dr Roberto tending to his wounds,her heart clenched with a mix of fear and helplessness. Her mind raced with worry, the uncertainty gnawing at her as she fought back tears. The sight of his body, so familiar yet so distant, filled her with a profound ache. He seemed so vulnerable laying there almost like this wasn't the Andretti she knew. She stayed with him through out the night, Dr Roberto had to beg her to go and take a rest. When she heard he was awake, the joy that swept over her was unimaginable. Lucia sat beside Andretti, her heart heavy with a mixture of relief and tenderness. The room was well lit, the soft glow casting gentle shadows on his bandaged side. Despite the pain etched on his face, Andretti man
Two days had passed, Andretti was already feeling better, he kept thinking in how he could avoid Lucia and get back to the plaza, but she stood watch over him like a hawk. She barely left his side, he was appreciative of that but he was not so used to someone doting over him like that, and he really needed to form a game plan . He lost three men that day... three lives lost, that warehouse had also been lost, the police had gotten possession of all their products in the warehouse. The shootout had attracted their attention and it had become public knowledge so there was no way to bribe their way out of the attention. "Do you want to go shopping", he asked Lucia who as usual was at his bedside, working on her laptop. "I know what you are trying to do?", she answered. She looked really cute with her glasses. "I'm literally just asking if you want to go shopping , i have no ulterior motive". "Yeah right ", She answered, looking at him with her side eye. "I'm feeling a whole l
This was the reason he needed to see his men, they needed to know that he would not take the lives of his men lightly. Andretti had gone back to his office, he needed to think, t formulate a game plan. He succeeded in building up the morale on his men but now they need to go into action. They needed to get to the bottom of this attack, there has never been any issue of war thorough out his reign as Capo, he didn't know what to expect. His last experience of a Mafia clash was when he was five and he definitely could not remember how his father defeated them. He could not deny that he needed the help and expertise of his father. His grandfather would help but he is already too old to fight or lead them. 'His father Giuliano could help', Andretti thought to himself... Andretti had always avoided things that would make him interact with his father. He remembers how growing up his father would force him to do and witness things a child shouldn't. He killed his first guy at the age of si
Amato walked into his office, Andreo following behind, "We need to have a chat", Amato said. Andretti who was sitting casually sipping a glass of whiskey. Andretti tapping his fingers on the glass said "What do we do about those bastards Amato, it's time we deal with them, Amato?" Amato nodding in agreement ,"It’s time bro, those dogs have gotten too comfortable, Luca and his crew think they can attack us without consequences ." Andretti "They don't know what they have coming, no need for any peace talk, they struck first and now they need to pay". Andreo stepping forward said ,"You are right boss and every time we waste they get bolder. We need to remind them who runs this city, we need to remind them that the Black Lotus have been running this streets for years." Andretti answered, "Agreed. The question is how. We can’t just go in guns blazing like amateurs. No. It’s gotta be precise...Surgical. Send a message they won’t forget, but without drawing too much heat from the co
Lucia stood by the large window in her room, staring out at the trees that surrounded the house. The night was silent, save for the soft hum of the wind brushing against the curtains. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the marble floor. She wrapped her arms around herself, her silk robe slipping slightly off her shoulder, but she didn’t bother to fix it. It's been a week since Lucia had seen Andretti, She was told he was busy sorting some things out but he would be back tomorrow for his grandfather's birthday. She was offended that he hadn't reached out of her thorough out, just the usual check ins with Gia to know how she was but they hadn't really talked. Funny how she had all her devices back but they never communicate on the phone she murmured to herself, her voice breaking the stillness. “Andretti is always gone. Always busy with... 'mafia business'.” Her eyes welled up with unshed tears, but she blinked them away, keeping her face strong, as if he could see her
When Andretti looked up and saw Lucia standing in the doorway, his chest tightened. His normally unreadable expression flickered, just for a second, with something primal. She looked like temptation personified, her dress clinging to every curve, catching the light in all the right places. His heart gave a hard, involuntary thud, though outwardly, he remained composed. A low heat surged in his veins, a mix of lust and wariness. He wasn’t used to feeling off balance, but Lucia had a way of igniting something dangerous inside him. His eyes traveled slowly from her legs to the sultry gaze that locked with his, and he could feel the magnetic pull between them. Yet beneath the allure, there was an edge. He knew better than to let his guard down. Desire mixed with a flicker of suspicion, he needed to focus on his work in the plaza. He couldn't quite tell if she was there to seduce him or she had an agenda, or both. That uncertainty thrilled and unsettled him, stirring a primal hunger la
After the surreal moments of them laying in each other's arms had passed, Lucia sat on the edge of Andretti’s desk, her fingers absently tracing the smooth wood beneath her. Her pulse still thrumming from what just happened, but she watched him, the way he’s trying to regain his composure. He’s not the Andretti most people see—the Mafia boss, the man who commands fear with a glance. Here, alone with her, there’s something raw in his eyes, something vulnerable he was trying hard to mask. He leaned back in his chair, the shadows playing across his face. "Lucia, this was... different," he says, his voice quieter than usual. Different. She almost laughed at the word, but she didn't Instead, she lets a small smile curl at the edges of her lips. "Different how?" She knows exactly what he means, but she wants him to say it. His jaw tightened, and she sees him struggling, trying to find the right words. "You know what I mean, I'm starting to realize that my feelings for you would never go