Luciano"Where to, Boss?" Marcus asked as I stepped into the back seat of the Chevrolet. It wasn't my kind of taste- the Chevrolet I mean- I was more of a Mercedes or a much more rugged car. My enemies knew this too. I'll bet they kept their eyes peeled, watching every Benz on the road, hoping one of them had me inside. That fucker was relentless! Of course, I wasn't surprised. I knew the life I had signed up for when I had wandered into the mafia years ago. How many years has it been now? Eight? Ten? Whatever it was, it felt like a gazillion years ago. I couldn't remember how exactly I got in contact with the mafia, but I knew what I had always wanted. Power. Power got you whatever shit you wanted. Power protects you. Power made you feel fucking safe and you wouldn't see those you cared about die like sheep on the damned streets of Rome. That was fucking power! And I got it. I worked my ass off from scratch to get that fucking power! Now some pathetic flimsy excuse of a man thre

Athena When Luciano finally hauled his ass home, it was late at night. He returned quietly, a valiant warrior with the shadows of death haunting his feet. I rose to my feet partly in caution and partly in excitement. I didn’t know why I was so fucking excited by the way. Perhaps I was just thrilled. Thrilled at the prospect of getting down and dirty with my investigation. If I played my cards right, I could ferret out just the information I needed. Like who the hell was after Luciano and why they were hell-bent on killing him. I had seen the shootout. It was a bloody battle. Despite the fact that the media hadn’t been able to get too close to the scene or get a solid visual, the blur we could see was informative enough. It was madness. And sheer stupidity if you ask me! How could a group of men shoot squarely at each other without the fear of getting shot to death? They seemed to fear nothing, aiming fearlessly at the enemy. I watched Luciano walk into the living room, his gait pro

Athena "You!" I screamed, losing my mind for a second. The words flew out of my mouth in a loud shrill that rang and bounced off the walls of the living room, reverberating back to my ears and making my eyes wide in realization. "Shit!"What the hell had I just said? That I wanted him? Ah fuck! It had slipped! I hadn't been thinking, I'd just wanted to yell something back at him, there was no way I meant it at all. Yeah right, my mind taunted me. Luciano's eyes receded from the glare it had been a few seconds ago. Dark coffee eyes slowly took another turn and instead of a harsh angry breathing, he breathed slowly, as if coming down from a long long slope. For a minute we stood there, staring at each other, panting heavily like we'd both been in a wrestling match. The cords in his neck relaxed and he sighed, taking steps towards me. "Stay back!" I snapped, stepping away from him. "Fuck Raven!" He whispered, cradling my neck in his hands. He tilted my head up, cupping it, and lean

When I stepped out of the bathroom, Luciano was gone. My brows knitted in a frown and I looked back at the bathroom door behind me. I hadn’t even taken that long in the freaking bathroom! How had I not noticed him leaving? “Hold your horses, he’s most likely in the kitchen or something,” I told myself, clutching the towel tight around me. That had to be it right? A piece of paper on the bedside drawer where his phone used to be told me I was being delusional. I hurried towards it quickly, snatched it off the bedside drawer, and read the note scribbled on it. “I have business to attend to. Take care, Cara…Bah! Who’s this bastard kidding?” I scoffed, laughing dryly to myself. If he had gone to the office, there was no need for him to act like some sort of ghost and disappear like that. Pressing my lips into a fine line, I stormed out of the bedroom, my feet hurriedly taking me to the land phone in the living room. There was one way to confirm if he had truly gone to the office. I sw

Dead. I was dead. My hands trembled as I leaned against my bedroom door, holding my breath. I wasn’t sure if I had been followed. But I had been caught. I was certain of that, Luciano must have sent someone after me. “Fuck!” I whispered harshly trying to get my breathing under control. Breathe, Athena. He definitely didn’t see your face. But it was only a matter of time! He had remained in power for over five years due to his meticulousness and ruthlessness. Luciano Moretti was the devil personified. My head replayed the scene I had witnessed moments ago. He had murdered that man in cold blood. Without remorse. Not even an ounce of it! I wasn’t a saint, but killing people was so fucking far off. “He killed Dad that way!” I gasped, swallowing mouthfuls of air as it became increasingly hard to breathe. He had killed my father in the same way. I could imagine the agony on my father’s face as the molten hot iron burned deep into his skin. I could imagine him struggling, to breathe,