Astrid's POVLuca had once again persuaded me to stay, or did he? I was only staying behind for the mission. He won't be able to get this mission done without my hacking skills. I was out of my room now, I wished I could be in there for as long as I could but something had to drag me out.Something like water. I was thirsty, yet again. I poured myself a glass of chilled water, just as I was about to close the fridge. My eyes caught a leftover bottle of liquor sitting there, chilled.I picked it up behind a bottle of milk. “Miss Astrid.” The maid's unnoticed presence sent shivers down my spine. She had startled me to death and I only relaxed after seeing her.“Sorry.” She apologized, noticing that she had almost caused me to have a heart attack. “I just wanted to know if you're having dinner with the rest of the house.” She whispered, clearly avoiding anyone from hearing her.“No, I'm having this for tonight.” I said, taking up the bottle of wine together with the glass. The maid watc
Astrid's POVI found myself standing outside the mansion, my breath clouding in the cold night air as I approached Luca's father. He stood with an air of ease, puffing on a cigarette that glowed faintly in the dim light of the porch.When he noticed me, he smiled. “Miss Astrid,” he greeted warmly, holding the cigarette between his fingers. “Couldn’t resist my invitation?”I hesitated. “I didn’t want to be rude.”He chuckled and extended the cigarette toward me. “Care to join me?”I shook my head, taking a step back. “No, thank you. I don’t smoke.”He raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his expression. “You drink, but you don’t smoke? Interesting.”I stiffened but kept my voice even. “I don’t drink all the time. Just…when I’m in a mood.”His grin widened as he tapped ash from the cigarette. “Ah, I see. We have something in common, then. I only have my brown cigarettes when I’m moody too.”I blinked at him, unsure what to say. The idea of a man like him, a wealthy, powerful figur
Luca's POVI never expected things to go easy for me. Taking down enemies like the Ivano family was a feat no one could manage without losses, yet here I was, one step closer to it, all because of Astrid's brilliance.“Where are your men? It's getting late. I need to get some sleep.” Astrid complained, dragging out a chair to sit.We were the only ones in the room, Vincent and Nico had not assembled the men just yet. I had no idea what was keeping him so long.“Why the rush? They will be here in a bit.”I assured her. She didn't respond, her eyes fixed on nothing in particular until it slightly shifted to me, and I was busy glaring at her the whole time.“Why do you keep staring?”“I can't take my eyes off a beautiful genius.”She scoffed. “Sugarcoating words doesn't suit you, I hope you know that?”“But they worked perfectly whenever we were making love.”I teased her, almost laughing at her irritated reaction but the men were starting to file into the room, each of them wearing the se
Luca's POVAstrid and I stayed somewhere disclosed by the dock, the night air seemed thick, a blend of salt from the docks and the tension that hung over the mission. Everything was supposed to go smoothly. The plan was air-tight or so I thought.Astrid sat beside me, her face illuminated by the glow of her laptop screen. Her fingers tapping on the keyboard as she monitored every move the Ivano family made. I could see the flicker of determination in her eyes, and for a brief moment, I let myself feel pride.“Is everything going smoothly back there?” I asked, staring at her through the rearview mirror.“For now, it is. I hope nothing goes wrong.” she replied, her head hung down towards the computer. She looked too tough and ruthless tonight, or was it just the black outfit she wore? But then again, there was something about her tonight, something I couldn’t quite place.The vibration of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. Vincent’s name flashed on the screen.“What is it?” I aske
Luca's POVHe stood casually, leaning against my car as though he owned the damn thing. A smirk played on his lips, but his eyes were cold, calculating. He held a gun in his hand, pointed directly at me.“Ace,” I snarled, raising my weapon.He tilted his head, unbothered. “Luca. I see you’ve been busy.”Vincent stepped forward, his gun aimed at Ace. Before he could say a word, a woman emerged from the shadows, a face I recognized all too well. Helena, Ace’s personal hacker. She held a gun, her aim locked on Vincent.“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a little standoff,” Ace said, his tone mocking.“You’re outnumbered,” I spat. “Walk away, Ace. This isn’t your fight.”“Oh, but it is,” he replied, taking a step closer. “You’ve been stepping on too many toes, Luca. And now it’s time for you to pay.”Before I could respond, the car door opened, and Astrid stepped out. Relief washed over me for a split second, until I saw where she was headed.“Astrid,” I called, my voice sharp. “Get over her
Luca’s POVThe antiseptic smell filled the underground hospital, a sterile and cold reminder of how far I’d fallen in just a few hours.My father lay on a bed in the dimly lit room, hooked up to monitors and IVs. His breathing was steady now, but the sight of him so vulnerable sent a surge of anger coursing through me.This place was a fortress. Buried beneath layers of concrete, with state-of-the-art security, no one could find us here.It was meant to be a sanctuary, a place where even El Sombra’s enemies couldn’t reach. But the walls felt more like a cage, closing in on me with each passing second.I sat in the corner of the room, elbows resting on my knees, head bowed. My thoughts were a tangled mess of betrayal, fury, and the bitter sting of failure.Astrid.Her name burned in my mind like a brand. I had trusted her, believed in her, even cared for her in a way I hadn’t allowed myself to care for anyone in years. And she’d played me. Used me as a pawn in her game with Ace.My jaw
Luca's POVMy phone buzzed in my pocket, a call from my mother. I glanced at the screen but declined it. I couldn’t deal with her panic right now.Suddenly, my father stirred, his weak voice breaking the silence. “Luca… are you alright?”I stared at him, anger bubbling up again. “Am I alright?” I repeated, my voice low and sharp. “That’s what you’re asking me? You’ve been hiding this from us. From me. How long have you known? How long have you been coughing your lungs out, pretending nothing was wrong?”To my shock, he laughed, a dry, wheezing sound that only made me angrier. “Luca,” he said, his voice raspy, “I’m old. I’ve lived long enough. What’s the point in clinging to life when it’s already slipping away?”“Stop talking like that,” I snapped, stepping closer to the bed. “You don’t get to talk about death like it’s some casual thing. You don’t get to leave us like this, leave me like this.”His tired eyes softened, and he gestured for me to sit beside him. Reluctantly, I did, th
Luca's POVI couldn't believe it. How did I not notice dad's Illness before now?“Your father was way too stubborn, he didn't want anyone to know about it. I only found out weeks ago, Luca, the same day you brought the hacker lady into the mansion.”I sighed, even while I thought I was doing everything right. Something wrong has been going on behind my back.My mother gasped, changing the topic “But did you say Indiana? Luca, is it safe?”“Don’t worry about that,” I said firmly, cutting her off. “I’ll handle it. I promise you, everything will be fine.”There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Then, softly, my mother said, “Please, be careful, Luca.”“I will,” I said, my voice softening slightly. “And Ma... take care of the girls. Keep them close. Vincent will be with you. He’ll protect you while I’m gone.”I heard her sniffle, and my chest tightened. I hated hearing her like this, but I couldn’t let myself dwell on it. I had to stay focused.When Vincent came back on the
Luca's POVWe were getting closer to my secret estate where my mother and sisters are hidden. My arm throbbed faintly, a reminder of how close I’d been to losing everything. As Nico drove with a characteristic focus, Halo perched in the back seat fidgety, his hand grazing the handle of his pistol, constantly.“We’re getting pretty close,” Nico finally spoke, breaking the silence.I nodded and looked out the window. I had not seen my family in weeks, had left them in Vincent’s care for weeks. The prospect of what I was going into sent a tight pain through my chest.The hidden estate was the same as I left it when we arrived surrounded by tall gates and cloaked in mystery. Nico had parked the car and I got out, boots crunching on the gravel. Halo was already patrolling the perimeter, his watchful shadow always near.The front door opened before I could knock, and there she was-my mother. Her eyes welled up then, and tears flowed down her face as she came to me."Luca," she whispered, h
Astrid's POVAs I entered the car, my heart kept pounding and I couldn't help but fidget. Maybe I shouldn't have told the driver to stop, it was my chance to escape from all this. And it could be the last chance I get to have.The silence between Ace and I was deafening and I knew if any of us began to talk, there would be an explosion of emotions, especially from my end.Ace began, “I see you've been busy, Astrid.” he said, his tone low and suspicious. He glared but I preferred to look elsewhere, at nothing in particular, rather than stare into those stern brown eyes.“I had some issues with proceeding with the mission last night.”I simply said because narrating everything that happened between Luca and I last night was something I couldn't do.It wouldn't only make me feel more guilty than I am already but it was surely not going to get Ace to be on my good side. Whatever he wanted to do to me, he could. I wasn't scared of him.“I know that, my men informed me about how you left the
Astrid's POVThe morning sun threw shadows at the cemetery as I looked at my bouquet of lilies. I was moving slowly in a discouraged manner until I managed to reach the gray headstone with my father’s name on it.His absence has been weighing down on me but this time, it hit harder than ever. I made my way over to his grave and kneeled beside it, the scent of dirt and lilies swirled all around me as I rested the flowers lightly on his grave. “Dad,” I stuttered, the hay of my voice was barely holding, “I don’t know what to do anymore. I thought siding with Ace, destroying Luca, that would give me peace. But now…” I felt like I was scrambling my words together. The cold stone wall came onto my palms when I lifted my hands together in prayer. “Do I believe that there’s something left of the man I once trusted? Or do I keep on walking this path with Ace? Tell me, Dad. What’s right for me now? What should I do?” My emotions began to build up, my guilt and confusion were mingling togethe
Luca's POVThe blunt, sterile scent of the hospital room invaded my senses before I even opened my eyes. As I blinked towards the bright light, the sound of the beeping monitor was steady, rhythmic and annoyingly loud. My eyelids feel heavy, but I forced them open, squinting against the glare of the fluorescent lights above me.My body ached, my arm throbbed, but none of it mattered.“Astrid…” her name slipped from my lips before I even knew I was speaking. It was a whisper, barely audible, but it carried the weight of everything I felt.“She's not here,” the voice sounded familiar from my left.I turned my head, wincing at the sharp pill in my shoulder. Halo was standing in the corner of the room, arms crossed, his sharp eyes watching me like a hawk.The words sank in. Astrid wasn't here. A twinge of disappointment settled in my chest, and I wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because part of me had hoped everything from last night was just a dream.But it wasn't.“What happened to you, L
Luca's POVThe pain radiated through my arm like burning flames, acute and merciless. For a moment my vision faded, and I staggered backward, gripping my arm. The metallic taste of blood rustled in the air and I could feel the heat of it coursing through my fingers.Astrid gasped in horror. “Luca…” she whispered, a tremor in her voice. She stared down at the gun in her hands and then back up at me. “I didn’t mean to … I didn’t mean to shoot you.”I let out a sound, It would have been laughter, but the pain made it a grimace. “You’ve got a funny way of showing mercy, then,” I said, propping myself against the side of the car. The edges of my vision went black as the blood continued streaming, soaking the shredded fabric of my shirt.“Stop talking!” Astrid snapped, panic lacing her voice. “You’re bleeding too much.”I bit my lip to stave off the pain. “Don’t think… This changes everything.“Shut up, Luca!” she barked, stepping closer. “The more you speak, the more blood you shed. And yo
Astrid's POVThe heat in the vehicle was stifling, the incessant thud of my heart beat drowned the low whine of the car engine. I perched on the front seat, clenching my laptop between my thighs, the glowing screen setting up a soft light on my face. My earpods fitted perfectly into my ears while the voices of the men Ace had assigned to burn down Luca's property became clearer and clearer.“We've handled the securities ma'am, all of them down. Shall we proceed to the next thing?” One of them inquired.I gulped lightly while focusing on the screen. The camcorder appeared to be running a live feed of what appeared to be Luca's father's mansion, clearly succeeding in scaring me. It was stunning, in its own almost completely desolate and darkened way. An era of Luca was to be turned into a few sharp black ashes and dust.“Hold your position. You set the mansion ablaze on my call.” I responded as I was consistently wavered my fingers which were resting over the keyboard. While I didn't
Astrid's POVThe more I thought about leaving Ace, the more difficult I thought it would be. It felt so impossible. I knew so much about this dangerous world of the mafias, something I never thought I'd get myself involved in.And now, all because of me, all because of the suggestion I brought up at the El sombra meeting, Luca was going to be drained of everything. I still couldn't forgive him for everything, how he had used me as a mere tool for building his territory, free from bad guys, free from more enemies. I would be the reason he crumbled overnight.Suddenly a knock on the door distracted my thoughts, so I closed my laptop. Hiding my plans of booking an aircraft for an escape to somewhere far, somewhere no one would know me. I would begin my life again, start anew and forget whatever I was experiencing here in the world of these brutal people.I opened the door slightly, it was a maid. “Sir Ace wants you at his office.” She informed me politely. I nodded, “Tell him I'll be t
Luca's POVI sipped from my coffee, the flames finding its way to my face, and the steaminess almost damaging my taste buds. I ignored the mild burn I felt as I glared at the paper in my hand. I skimmed through the many words in black ink.I stopped skimming, “So in conclusion. They all want to flee because I'm in trouble?” I asked rhetorically, hissing as I flung the paper towards the desk in frustration.Halo approached the table, coffee in one hand as he used his free hand to drag out a chair.He sat down, “Well I guess you can say it like that.” he replied, sipping his coffee. He dropped the cup, stretching his hands towards the papers to grab it.“I think they are all a bunch of cowards. Running away after all they wanted was the Ivano family gone. And I accomplished that part of their worry and now they are running away because of the war.”“Don't be so hard on yourself. I think they are all cowards too. But you certainly can't blame them, they've got families too.” halo said.I
Luca's POVThe city's buzz echoed in the atmosphere as I remained in my softly illuminated penthouse, gazing through the expansive glass doors up from here.The moon's light shone its brightness, it resembled cars as they weaved through the streets underneath, creating memories. Indiana wasn't a place of residence, yet it had turned into a refuge of sorts until things calmed down. I rested against the rim of the glass, the cold piercing my skin. I recalled the hospital, envisioning my father's pale ailing face while he rested on the surgical table. He appeared delicate, more feeble than I ever imagined a man like him could be. “Forgive them,” he had stated, his voice hardly more than a murmur. "Look after your mother and your sisters." "Also, Astrid…" I tightened my hands recalling the memory. His words pierced me like a sword. Even in the face of death, my father managed to consider Astrid. He thought she was my perfect match, that she merited my class of women. Deep down within