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
In a dazed state, Lucas stumbled into the villa, still under the influence of the drugs Elizabeth had given to him, and made his way towards his room. As he weaved through the hallway, a glimmer of light caught his attention, prompting him to change his course and head towards the source. With his foggy mind leading the way, Lucas entered the room to find a silvery light emitting from the bed, illuminating the figure lying on it. His emerald gaze followed the trail of light and he felt his pulse quicken as his blood rushed to certain parts of his body.He approached the bed and sat down gently, his eyes fixed on the petite woman lying there with a peaceful expression. As she slept, Kate's cheeks were flushed and her satin robe clung to her skin, barely covering her body. In the gentle glow of the room, her skin appeared to glow, and Lucas couldn't help but bite his lip as desire consumed him at the sight of her - a primal craving that he couldn't resist.Unable to contain himself any
The following morning, Kate awoke in a state of confusion, her entire body aching as if it had been run over by a truck. As she sat up in bed, her attempts to move were met with sharp pain, causing her to finally take notice of the bite marks covering her hands and thighs. Panic-stricken, she attempted to stand, only to have her legs give out beneath her, drawing the attention of the man who had taken her to bed the night before.Lucas, who had woken earlier, gazed calmly at the sleeping woman in his arms, his emotions churning within him. He was unsure how to process what had transpired between them the previous night. Moved by his desires, he had taken her with a primal fervor, leaving behind a tell-tale red spot on the sheets. He knew it had been her first time with a man, and he had been anything but gentle. Like a wild beast, he had claimed her body, unable to resist the forbidden fruit that lay before him. Despite having been drugged, flashes of their passionate encounter linger
Lucas stared at Kate, stunned, and thought to himself, Did she just slap him? He mused, No one had ever raised their hands to him, not even his parents! Who would dare to hit him? Lucas Romano, Does she not fear for her life? As Lucas just conceived those thoughts, his eyes flashed when he saw that Kate had raised her hands to slap him again, and he took action by grabbing her hands as he turned her back towards his hard chest and twisted her hand, making Kate moan in pain.“Don’t you dare! Just because I allowed you to slap me the first time doesn't mean you could do that for the second time, again.” Lucas said, his emerald eyes, glaring at the woman who was struggling in his arms. “I'm releasing your hands now. We can talk about what happened like grown adults, and not with fists, Yes? Kate?" He drawled, and when Kate nodded her head, Lucas released her hand, and Kate turned to face him, glaring at him with her hazel eyes as they bored into him, and If looks could kill, Lucas was s
After shedding tears for an unknown period of time, Kate rose from the ground and made her way to the lavatory, where she refreshed herself and attempted to wipe away any trace of Lucas's touch on her body. However, despite her efforts, she couldn't eliminate all of the marks and stood before the mirror in frustration."He dared to claim my body as his own and then have the audacity to tell me he wouldn't touch me without the aid of drugs? Who does he think he is?" Kate muttered under her breath, still seething from Lucas's earlier words.Leaving the bathroom, she selected a knee-length dress with a floral pattern and put it on before sitting on the bed and continuing to mumble to herself. "I'll show him. Let's see if he'll still rely on drugs or alcohol next time." Her mind raced with ideas on how to make Lucas take back his words and admit that he found her attractive and couldn't resist touching her last night."Aish! Why am I even bothered by this?" Kate thought to herself before