Her accent...
It troubled him. She had the same accent as his. All his life he had heard no one speak his accent except for his late mother.
“You are bleeding. Haven't you learned to bandage yourself until now?”
She is a doctor. Not another doctor. Doctors recently were people he did not want around.
“Why do you care? If you are a doctor wanting to pick your nose where it doesn't belong. Stay away from me,” he shouted as he turned around and tried to press the exit button to let her off.
But she pulled him back before he could do anything. He turned around and held her by the neck, suffocating her as he pushed her to the wall of the elevator.
“ARE YOU HERE TO KILL ME? DID SOMEONE SEND YOU HERE TO KILL ME? WHO SENT YOU AND WHAT DOES WHOEVER SENT YOU WANT FROM ME?” He yelled violently.
Then….
The force she used to pull him back said otherwise to his thoughts.
She was not any woman.
This woman was from his mafia world. She held his two arms on her neck with just one hand and untangled them with ease. Making his mouth frozen open with the power, she extruded.
In a split second, she had turned up to him, pinning him back to the wall the same way he had just done with her, and she smiled.
Making his blood boil. For the first time after his father. Someone in a combat fight scared him.
For the first time in forever, fear was written on his face.
Who was this woman and how did she possess these skills and techniques to wield the amount of power? The question barged him.
In all his life. He had met no one who challenged him so easily, as much as this woman. She posed a big threat to him.
If anyone knew of the power she possessed, they would have found an effortless way to kill him.
Because with guns, they were wasting their time.
He was horrified, but he would not let it show.
He knew showing weakness would mean the end before he could do anything. “Aren't you going to give me a chance to hear me out before you make all those conclusions in your head?”
“I would rather not. If I don't trust you, listening to you is a waste of my time.”
“I thought you wanted to know who sent me?”
“Stop beating around the bush. I have no time for this.”
“I knew your mother.” She spoke the words that made him freeze as he stood still in her grasp.
“My mother…. My mother died when I was twelve years old. That was ten years ago, and I didn't care to know much about her acquaintances.
“Because they were never there when she needed them the most. So do not think you can use that against me.
“I don't know how that makes me a threat to you to snick up on me and try to harm me. WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHO SENT YOU?” He shouted again, this time with anger from defeat at having no power over her.
“You can't fight me, so stop and stay calm. Let's talk like civilized people.”
“You snuck up on me and threatened me, and you want me to talk to you like a civilized person?”
“Listen, I am not your enemy here.”
Luciano had gained a name and enemies by standing beside his Uncle Don Mauro, his father's stepbrother, and becoming his partner in Don Mauro's evil acts.
Before the escape plan five years ago which got his father killed. Luciano had wanted nothing to do with the Mafia world since he was a kid.
Five years ago when Luciano was seventeen years old, almost getting to eighteen years old. He tried to escape from the Mafia world to fulfill his mother's last dying wish.
But snipers showed up out of nowhere and tried to kill him just like how he had witnessed five years prior when they shot his mother dead.
Luciano had to put a stop to all that. His urge for revenge made him partner up with his uncle.
His uncle was of help to him in identifying all the people responsible for an attack on him.
True to his plan, Luciano had single-handedly declared war, took out all the rival world's strongest cartels, and won.
Which gained Luciano the reputation of 'the bullet'.
And today Luciano had more enemies than friends he could ever hope to make in his entire lifetime.
Anywhere outside Casablanca, snipers wandered around to kill him.
Like the ones that got him earlier and wounded him.
Trust wasn't something that he offered easily to anyone.
In the entire world, he only loved and trusted two people. His Zia and James. His nana and her son. They had known him for all his life. They knew him for what he was.
They were never bothered by what the surrounding people portrayed him. They stayed by his side for all his life, and he treasured them the most.
In showing that she meant no harm and that she needed him to trust her. She pulled down her hands and Luciano breathed in hard before asking her again.
“Then who are you and who sent you?” Luciano turned his face onto the woman in front of him, who had now let him off, removing her hand from his neck and raising the hands in the air as a sign of peace as she stood still in front of him.
“I promise you I have nothing to do with your uncle. Nor all those people wanting to kill you.” Luciano stared coldly at the woman with his jaw tight and she met his gaze.
“By this, I take it you do not trust anyone. And you don't think anybody is not harmful to you.”
“You expect me to trust you blindly, just like that? Because you said you knew my mother?”
“I would like you to believe what I am telling you is true. Do you think at this point I wouldn't have killed you if I were here to kill you?
“You are no match for me. Even if you were not in this state.” Luciano looked away, his jaw tight.
“Now listen…” The woman trembled to look directly into Luciano's eyes. She held so much regret with tears threatening to come out of her eyes. It worried Luciano.
Her acting skills were top-notch.
Her ability to change her expression and get into different emotions easily was beyond a performance. It was almost real.
Her voice broke down when she started speaking again.
“I am your mother's beta. A second in command to the Alpha of our pack, what you would have called a bodyguard in this human world. I came here to take you home.”
“Mmmhhhh ...... Did you say home?” Luciano narrowed his eyes at her. Then he laughed sarcastically. Hiding her face from the elevator cameras. The woman raised her eyes to Luciano. “Make me understand something first. Where have you been for the past twenty-two years? What was my mother's bodyguard doing when someone shot her dead?” He continued shouting angrily. The pain of losing his mother was re-living in his mind and body. “Your father held your mother hostage. He used her as leverage for our pack. Your father threatened to kill her if we tried anything, and your mother promised us for years that she was planning a way to get you both out. “She wanted to run away with you, before, when you were two years old, to return to the pack and failed. When she tried again….” “I guess… You remember because you were there…. when she got shot and killed. In front of your eyes.” Listening to her like this triggered a memory and Luciano remembered his father's warning. Salvatore Solana, Lu
She was crazy. She couldn't find anything meaningful more than coming to him with one crazy hell of a story. Werewolf?! He thought to himself. He removed his hands from hers. Luckily, the elevator had opened, and he did not have to deal with this woman anymore. He motioned with his finger for her to walk out of the elevator before turning her back and threatening her. He was still scared of her, but he needed to make sure he spoke to her through her craziness so that she didn't think of ever coming back into his presence. “Do not follow me. I will shoot you if you do. I do not see a bulletproof on you, which means you will die if I shoot you. “I have made it my habit to not kill innocent people, women, and children, but if you cause any threat to my life, just like what you just did in this elevator, you won't live to see another day. Now go and never return here again.” He couldn't spare time for that kind of bullshit she was spitting. “You have approximately sixty days until th
Luciano sat at the bar, speaking his mind to himself. “What am I doing at the bar if I can't drink?” He shook his head. Because at the moment the debate going on in his head was driving him crazy. I need this. I need a bit of fresh breath. The bartender poured a glass and extended it to him. A temptation. “I SAID NO ALCOHOL TODAY,” Luciano shouted at the bartender. He had been telling the bartender to stop bringing him alcohol nonstop. Trying hard to keep his focus on his plan. The authority in his voice made the bartender tremble as he murmured again. “I am so sorry, boss.” The bartender in shock was mostly wondering how he got Luciano to talk back at him once again on the same day. The bartender was one among the people who wondered and were disturbed by Luciano's behavior. They had so many unanswered questions about a lot of the things Luciano did. For example, how the woman Luciano walked to the bedroom with from the bar understood what he wanted. Because the woman would spea
Keirah was dancing beautifully, mesmerizing everyone. Lost in music with no awareness of her surroundings and the danger awaiting her. She was unbelievably beautiful. Her pictures in the Free book did not do her justice. She wore a cropped T-shirt and torn jeans. And she had positioned a beautiful ring perfectly on her belly button, which was on her tiny, fast-moving waist. The waist she moved seductively. Her eyes closed; She must be a runway model. Luciano thought to himself. Her body and facial features were intense and insanely feminine. Then she opened her eyes, scanning the crowd until their eyes met. “She is beautiful.” Words came out of Luciano's mouth without his knowledge. Almond-shaped eyes, sculptured eyebrows, sculpted high cheekbones, her lips already a focal point on her face for him. The lips that would call for a kiss every time. And then there was a look in her eyes he couldn't understand. She had a mix of scare and desire all at once and all over her face. Is i
She was so perfect and innocent. And to his surprise, she gave in more than he expected. He hoped she would give in just as much to walk away with him. Hand in hand, off the dance floor. Luciano kept reminding himself in his head every minute that followed with Keirah in his presence. That he was there to hypnotize her and steal her off the dance floor. He was there to save her from his uncle and nothing else. He recited the plan over and over to do the impossible of everything he needed to do to win her out of there. And walked with her to his room as his woman. That way, he could tell her what his uncle intended for her and warn her of men like his uncle. But he got it all wrong. He planned wrong. He didn't plan beyond the plan; he didn't know he would have to deal with her beauty clouding all his senses when they danced. He didn't plan for her scent, which hypnotized him over and over. Because that was now the only thing he could see and feel. He watched Keirah's beautiful fa
Luciano failed to hold his body still, shaking from fear and the unknown as he watched his uncle walk away with Keirah in his arms, into his private elevator. For the first time, it was so hard to bury his humanity. Pain… The pain he had never felt crossed him. Karma was making him pay for always staying on the sideline when Don Mauro held innocent women captive. And did terrible things to them, and Luciano chose not to intervene. Those women had someone like him, too. Someone who felt this much pain or more. Cement and Concrete stood back, guarding him as they laughed in his face. They expected no retaliation from Luciano. That told him everything he didn't want to know about himself. He was a loser, and his uncle knew it. He did not want to fight his uncle over a woman he had just met hours ago. The woman chose his uncle over him. He stayed. Luciano couldn't manage everything running through his head and went directly to the bar, forsaking everything and ready to drown hims
“It's not like you, Luciano. It's a sign... I am telling you…. Look at you…... Don't you want to give yourself a chance and see what the whole obsession is about?” “I don't want to know.” Luciano turned around to face James, who was standing behind him. “I am so scared to know. It's not about the dance or how my body is already worked out because of her.” Luciano pauses, with worries written all over his face. “Then what is going on?” “I am bothered by the level I get connected with her. At deeper levels, I have never come close, even to myself. “It was as if we were one. We spoke in our minds. I am running crazy.” “So, it's true you have feelings for her? How?” Luciano turned to see Cement and Concrete still at the elevator door on guard. “Shshhshhh…. Keep quiet. If my uncle finds out something outrageous like those feelings for her, it will make it worse for her.” “This is not about your uncle Luciano… Don't diverge the question. Look into your heart. “How did you feel about
LUCIANO'S POV At Don Mauro’s warehouse now… “Jesus...” I can't stand the feeling of seeing her die again in my mind all over again. Pain... I will never allow myself to relieve that kind of pain again. I failed her yesterday and God has given me a chance to redeem myself. And against my rationality thinking odds I will just do that, I shove my uncle off on my way as I walk to the glass wall. Hitting it as hard as I can to try breaking it but nothing happens. I can't stand still anymore as I watch a familiar liquid bottle being pulled out of Cement's pocket. He doesn't waste time. Cement squeezes a needle into the bottle to draw the liquid into a syringe before injecting it into Keirah's neck. “No……No…….” I shout out loud. Before Cement can inject fully the content of the syringe into Keirah's neck. I turn around and hold my uncle by the collar. and shout at him. “Tell him to stop right now!” “Vaffanculo Bullet…”My uncle curses in Italian, agitated with muscles in his jaw twitch