CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

In the vast, dimly lit expanse of Lucas’s study, a sense of urgency hung in the air. Lucas stood by the window , gazing out at the surroundings, his mind racing with counterplans. Vincent entered the room, a file in his head.

“Boss”, Vincent began, “I found some information on Olga. She’s Massimo's sister. She’s been working as a stripper in an exclusive night club called Velvet Noir, downtown”.

Lucas turned, his gaze sharp and focused, “Get ready, we’re visting Velvet Noir”.

A short while later,Lucas and Vincent were on their way to the club. The city flashed by as they drove,the tension palpable in the air. Vincent was silently going over the details in his head, ensuring everything was in place.

Lucas, on the other hand, was steely- ready, his thoughts a whirlwind of strategy and retaliation.

The Velvet Noir was an upscale nightclub, known for it's exclusivity and the allure of its performers. As they approached the entrance, the bouncer took one look at Lucas and Vincent and immadietly stepped aside. Their reputation preceded them.


They found their way to the exclusive private club, neon lights painted the walls in a surreal glow, casting elongated shadows over the plush velvet sofas and polished marble floors.

The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the heady aroma of premium alcohol.

Lucas sat at the VIP section surrounded by his bodyguards. He exuded an aura of authority and menace his eyes scanning the room with cold precision.

His black tailored suit hugged his mascular frame, the open collar of his white shirt hinting at his powerful build, His presence commanded respect and fear equal measure.

A stripper approached, almost unclad, her curves encased in a shimmering silver lingerie. She danced close to Lucas, her eyes locked into his, and she sauntered towards him , her hips swaying hypnotically.

“Hey there, big spender”, she said, a sultry smile playing on her lips, “Buy me a drink”.

Lucas raised an eyebrow, intrigued “I’l buy you more than a drink”, he replied, his voice low and smooth.

The stripper's smile widened as she leaned closer, her breasts pressing against Lucas' arm, “Oh, I like the sound of that,” she said, her voice a whisper in her ear.

Lucas signalled a bartender for a drink, his eyes never leaving the stripper, Lucas grabbed her breast and ass. She let out a soft gasp , a mixture of surprise and excitement as Lucas' hands explored her body.

The bartender brought the drinks, as they sipped their drinks, the stripper's hands found it's way to Lucas' thigh, her fingers tracing patterns on the fabric of his pants. Lucas placed his hand over hers squeezing gently, and she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear.

“Let's get out of here”, She whispered.

Vincent stood beside Lucas, his eyes always on the look out, his demeanor alert and protective. As he scanned the room, his gaze landed on the stage .

There, under the spotlight , was Olga, her platinum blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. She moved with a practiced grace, her lingering clinging to her curves in all the right places.

Vincent leaned down, and whispererd in Lucas’ ear, “Boss, that's Olga on stage”.

Lucas's eyes flicked on the stage , and his expression hardened, with a dismissive shove , he pushed the stripper aside, not soaring her a second glance. “Bring her to me” , he ordered, his voice a low growl.

Vincent nodded and moved swifly, parting the crowd as they made their way to the stage, a charming smile playing on his lips. “Hey pretty,I have a proposition for you. How about a private dance for my boss?He’s very interested in you”.

Olga’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she kept her tone light and seductive, “Who is this boss of yours?”

“Lucas Moretti” Vincent said with a sly smile.

Olga eyes widened, she knew Lucas Moretti is a ruthless Mafia boss, but she hasn't had a personal encounter with him. “For Lucas Moretti? I suppose I could make an exception”.

Vincent guided her through the crowded club to a private room, his demeanor casual but his mind focused. The room was dimly light with a plush sofa and a small table . Olga sauntered in, her hips swaying proactively.

“So, where is your boss”, She asked, looking around, her voice dripping with allure.

Vincent closed the door behind them. He turned to face Olga , his expression shifting to one of cold determination. “What's going on” Olga asked with a confused look.

Before Olga could react, Vincent moved swiftly, pulling a length of rope from his jacket. He grabbed her arm , twisting it behind her back and tying her wrist together . Olga struggled , but Vincent's grip was unyielding.

“Let me go , you bastard!” ,Olga hissed, her voice filled with fear and anger.

Vincent's face remained impassive as he secured her to a chair, “Sorry ,Olga. It's nothing personal. Just business”.

As Olga, bound and furious, the door opened,and Lucas entered. His presence filled the room with a palpable tension. He looked at Olga, his eyes cold and calculating.


“Please I didn't do anything wrong, I’m just a stripper here, that's all, Let me go”, Olga pleaded , her tone shifting from anger to desperation. “I don't even know who you are”.

Lucas ignored her words, and took out his phone, snapping a few pictures of Olga tied up, “This isn't about you, Olga . This is about sending a message to Massimo”.

He composed a message to Massimo, attaching the photos, “Stay off my business, or this will be the least of your worries”.

As he pressed send, Lucas' gaze met Olga's, “You’re just a pawn in this game Olga, a useful one”.

Olga's eyes filled with tears, a mix of fear and anger. “You’re a monster, Lucas Moretti”.

Lucas’s expression hardened, “I can end your life right now, if I want to , but I don't want to hurt you Olga. Massimo needs to understand what I'm capable of”.

Vincent stood by, his hand resting on the door handle, “Boss, we should get out of here, we’ve made our point”.

Lucas nodded, but before leaving, he leaned down to Olga, his voice low, athreatening whisper. “If Massimo steps out of line again,It won't be you we come for next time”.

With that Lucas and Vincent exited the room, leaving Olga behind, they navigated the bustling club, the weight of their action settling in.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, Lucas glanced at Vincent, “Massimo is really getting bold”.

Back in the room, Olga struggled against the rope that bound her to the chair, the coarse fibres cutting into her skin.. Her wrists were sore but she gritted her teeth and continued to pull fueled by anger and fear. She twisted her body , using every ounce of her strength to loosen the knots.

After what felt like eternity , she finally felt the ropes give way.

With a final yank, Olga freed herself, she rubbed her sore wrists , cursing under her breath . Olga hurried out of the private room and reached for her dress.

She pushed past the throngs of people , her eyes focused on the exit . She finally stepped out into the cool night air.

The street was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos she had just left behind. Olga fumbled with her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed Massimo's number. She held the phone to her ear,glancing around nervously . The phone rang, as Olga anxiously waited for Massimo to pick up.

“Come on, Massimo, pick up”, she muttered under her breath, her eyes darting left and right.

Suddenly headlights blinded her, and the screech of tires filled her ears. Before she could react , a car sped towards her . The impact was brutal , sending her sprawling unto the pavements.

The phone flew from her hand, landing a few feet away. The driver panicking sped off into the night, leaving Olga lying on the cold street. Blood pooled around her,her breathing shallow and labored.