As they drove down the quiet side road, Lucas finally pulled into an isolated lot. With the car parked, he turned to look at Kate. "This place used to be my escape as a teenager," he revealed, "a sanctuary away from strict parents, waiting soldiers, and the responsibilities of being an heir. It may not be exactly as I remember it, but it still serves as a private refuge." The word ‘privacy’ echoed in Kate's mind, causing her heart to beat faster. She couldn't keep track of how many times Lucas had made her heart race today. ‘Why did he choose to share this personal space with me?’ she wondered, sensing a vulnerability in Lucas that he rarely showed anyone else. Without warning, Lucas pulled her back onto his lap, leaning in for another intense kiss. As they settled into a comfortable position, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him as if he wanted to meld their bodies together. "Do you like this?" he whispered, his deep voice resonating through her body. Hi
"Who is it?" questioned Lucas from his office as he heard a knock at his door. "It is me. Is everything fine?" responded Kate. Lucas remained silent for a prolonged period until he finally spoke, "Enter." Kate's heart skipped a beat at his words as she opened the door and stepped inside. She found Lucas at his desk, meticulously polishing his guns. His usually stoic expression softened as he laid eyes on her. "Were you concerned?" he asked her. "Yes," nodded Kate. "Do not fret. I will handle the situation," assured Lucas. "What is your plan?" asked Kate, curious. "For now, gather intelligence," commented Lucas. "With those?" raised one of Kate's eyebrows as she gestured towards the revolvers in his hands. Lucas gave her a stern look as he cocked the gun and said, "They seek to destroy my family, and they may come after you next. I will not allow that to happen. Too many lives and families rely on me." Kate looked at him in surprise, taken aback by his fervent determination.
“Contrary to true justice, Matteo, arresting criminals may fall under your duties, but not at the behest of a powerful mafia boss." Kate emphasized, and Matteo nodded in agreement."I understand," he replied, running a hand through his hair, "I've been trying to justify it to myself, but the whole situation is so corrupt..." Matteo trailed off, his body stiffening."What's wrong?" Kate inquired, but Matteo quieted her as voices could be heard from outside the hall. One was unfamiliar, a gruff voice that Kate didn't recognize. The other...Outside the hall, Wilson was engaged in a conversation with an elderly man, likely in his late forties."I'm glad you had time to see me," Wilson remarked, and Kate recognized his voice immediately, giving Matteo a panicked look."That's Wilson!" she exclaimed."And the chief. This is not good," Matteo said, sounding worried."If he finds us here..." Kate trailed off, unable to even imagine the consequences. Matteo took her hand and led her to the ba
With haste, Kate rushed to Ace’s side, crouching beside him in an attempt to stem the flow of blood from his gunshot wound. However, one of the gangsters, emboldened by Ace’s defeat, strode over to Kate. He seized her, holding her up and preventing her escape. “Release me, you bastard!” Kate exclaimed, spitting at the man's face and squirming in his grasp. “You bitch!” The man cursed, responding with a heavy slap that made her dizzy and caused blood to trickle from the corner of her mouth. Determined not to be taken away, Kate fought against the tight grip, biting down on the man's hand with such force that blood gushed out. His reflexive reaction was to let her go, yelping in pain. Enraged by her defiance, the man grabbed his gun and aimed at her. But before he could pull the trigger, he was shot dead on the spot by an unknown assailant. Looking up, Kate saw the towering figure of Lucas, his face calm but his emerald eyes gleaming with ruthless determination as he strode like
Away from Lucas's Villa, Wilson’s mansion loomed like a vigilant sentinel on the outskirts of the metropolis, its grandiose façade veiled in an aura of malice. In the parlor, seated at the dining table, Wilson partook in dinner with his daughter, Elizabeth, as they conversed about their earlier scheme that had been executed in the afternoon. Seated at the table, Elizabeth appeared delicate with her porcelain skin, her pale hands firmly grasping a fork as she savored a slice of steak from the plethora of dishes before her. She then gazed up at her father, uttering her thoughts."Daddy, do you believe our scheme was successful? Any word from those ruffians you dispatched?" Elizabeth inquired, her steak still in her mouth as she reached for a glass of milk.Wilson's brows furrowed as he regarded his daughter, answering, "I have yet to receive an update from them. It's peculiar that they have not reported to me yet, and I cannot shake this ominous feeling." A feeling of dread gnawed at h
The room remained tranquil, enveloped in the gentle embrace of the morning's radiance. Sunbeams, akin to gilded threads, weaved through half-closed draperies, casting intricate designs onto the glistening floor. Kate stirred, her hazel eyes fluttering open in a moment of disorientation. Memories of the previous day came flooding back — a chaotic symphony of gunshots, terror, and Lucas's unwavering intervention.She sensed a gaze upon her, causing her to turn her head abruptly, almost resulting in whiplash. And there he sat, the arrogant mafia boss, perched by her bedside, his emerald eyes fixated upon her with an inexplicable expression.As Kate scrambled to find the right words, her heart pounding, she managed to say, "Why... Why are you here?""Where else should I be? Mm." Lucas responded in a husky tone, the hint of amusement playing on his lips as he toyed with her long, blonde hair that cascaded down her back, his fingers carefully twirling it.At his words, Kate took a moment to
The dimly illuminated room exuded a pungent scent of cigars and hushed confidences. Within one of Romano's havens, Lucas Romano, the inscrutable scion of the Romano's clan, stood at the forefront of the extended mahogany table. His piercing gaze swept over the gathered mafia bosses, each one a viper adorned in tailored attire.They had come to pay their respects, but Lucas had other intentions. He was there to issue a warning, to showcase his ferocity among them and solidify their devotion to him."Gentlemen," Lucas began, his voice a deep growl that reverberated off the paneled walls. "We have assembled tonight not only for idle chit-chat, but to reaffirm our allegiance to the cosa nostra and its leader. After my father's demise, the throne was passed onto me, with a condition that hung over my head, which I have fulfilled as I now have a fiancée."The room echoed with a cacophony of overlapping voices as the lords whispered and shared their thoughts.Not one to waste any time, Lucas
As the meeting concluded, Lucas departed from the shadowed abode of the mafia, the lingering scent of cigar smoke cloaking his attire. The night was tense, and the moon cast extended shadows across the cobbled alley, as he approached the sleek black vehicle awaiting him at the kerb. His chauffeur, an impassive man with a jagged scar tracing his jaw, held open the door, yet Lucas paused as a peculiar sensation pricked the base of his nape, pondering its source. Shrugging off the unease, Lucas slipped into his car only to hear a voice call out. "Lucas! Wait, Lucas!" Elizabeth cried, making her way towards him before he could close the car door and signal the driver to depart. Lucas arched an eyebrow in silence, and Elizabeth knew he desired an explanation for her interruption. Putting on a meek expression, her eyes clouded with tears, Elizabeth softly spoke, "Could I hitch a ride with you, please? My father is still engrossed in business with the other mafia leaders inside, and I