CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

Massimo paced back and forth in his office, His eyes were fixed on the screen of his phone, the pictures Lucas had sent were vivid and taunting.

“This son of a bitch”, he muttered,slamming his fist hard on his desk , causing a few papers to scatter. He had always known Lucas to be ruthless, but this felt personal. The anger in his chest burned hotter than ever.

Trying to focus on the next plan to take, Massimo walked over to his cellaret , and grabbed a bottle of whiskey , hoping to stay calm.

Massimo was the head of a Mafia empire that dealt in everything from trafficking drugs to smuggling arms.

Massimo's phone buzzed with a series of missed calls from Olga. A sense of dread washed over him. His heart pounded as he dialed her number, but she didn't pick

His heart skipped , when his phone rang with an unknown number.

“This is Massimo”, he barked, hoping for any news about his sister.

“Massimo, I regret to inform you that your sister Olga, was involved in an accident. She didn't make it”. A strange voice was heard over the phone.

The words hit like a rock. The glass of the whisky fell from his hands and shattered on the floor.

For a moment,he couldn't breathe , his mind racing unable to process the information.

“No….no, this can't be”. He whispered, his voice breaking.

Rage quickly replaced the shock, “Lucas !!” He roared, smashing his fist into the desk . He grabbed his phone and called Lucas, his hand trembling with rage.


Lucas was in his office, when his phone rang, he checked the caller's ID and He answered,his tone calm, yet alert.

“You bastard”, Massimo's voice roared through the phone. “You killed my sister. You think you can send me a message, and walk away? Prepare for war Lucas You started this, I'm coming for you!”

Lucas' face hardened, his eyes narrowing, “Massimo, listen to me, I didn't harm Olga. I have no reason to lie”.

“Save your lies”, Massimo spat, “You’ve crossed the line, and now you’ll pay”.

Massimo ended the call, his mind filled with thoughts of revenge.

The call ended without notice, leaving Lucas staring at his phone, a mix of anger and confusion on his face . He immediately called Vincent

“Vincent, I need you to find out what happened to Olga after we left. I need answers now!” Lucas demanded, his tone cold and authoritative.

Vincent nodded, a few minutes later, Vincent arrived at the office, his face serious “Boss, after we left, Olga was hit by a car. She died on the spot”.

Lucas closed his eyes, a sense of concern washing over him. He cursed under his breath, slamming his fist on the desk, “Damn it, this isn't what I wanted. Massimo thinks we killed her. He’ll come for revenge with everything he’s got”.

Vincent nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation, “What's your move, boss?”

Lucas took a deep breath, his mind racing with strategies, “For now,we need to prepare. Strengthen our defenses get our best men ready. And Vincent, find out everything you need to know about the accident, we need to find out who was behind the wheel”.

Vincent nodded, as he left the room, leaving Lucas alone with his thoughts. He poured himself a drink, his mind replaying the events that led to this point. He hadn't intended to harm Olga , but now, a war was inevitable . He took a sip of his drink , his eyes cold and resolute. He was ready to face whatever came next.

Lucas kept gulping the whiskey he poured into the glass, then he noticed the bottle was nearly empty, the amber liquid sloping gently at the bottom.

He had lost track of how much he had drunk, the burn of the alcohol hardly noticeable.

Just as he was about to pour the last drop into the glass, there was a knock on the door. He looked up , his eyes blurry and unfocused.

“Come in”, he growled, his voice hoarse from the alcohol.

The door opened, and Olivia stepped in. She paused, taking in the sight of Lucas , the strong, formidable Mafia boss, looking disheveled and tipsy. “What are you doing here?” He asked, his voice rough.

“I need to talk to you”, Olivia said,her tone firm yet gentle “You've been giving me the cold shoulder , and I can't stand it anymore. I want you to know, I would never try to betray you again”.

Lucas tried to stand, intending to brush her off, but he staggered slightly . Olivia rushed forward to steady him, “Are you drunk?”She asked, concern, lacing her voice.

Lucas pulled away from her touch, ignoring her question. He walked through the hallway, till he got to his opulence room. But Olivia followed behind, her footsteps light but persistent . He turned to face her, irritation flashing in his eyes. “Why are you following me, little doll?” He demanded.

“I want to make sure you're okay”, She replied, her eyes steady and sincere.

Lucas paused, he was about to lash out when he caught her gaze, the concern in her eyes pulling at something deep within him. He leaned against the doorframe of his bed , a sardonic smile playing on his lips, “You know , Olivia”, he began, his voice dropping to a low seductive murmur, “You’re quite something”.

Olivia blinked, taken aback by the sudden change in his tone, “What do you mean”? She asked, her heart pounding.

He took a step closer, his gaze locking onto hers, “I mean, you’re standing here, trying to take care of me , despite everything..Despite how I've treated you…It's admirable”.

She swallowed hard, feeling the intensity of his gaze. “I….I just want to help”,she stammered.

Lucas chuckled,the sound low and husky, “Help,huh? You think you can help a man like me?”

She nodded, her determination unwavering, “I want to try”.

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering her skin, “You’re playing a dangerous game ,Olivia”, he whispered, his breath warm against her cheeks.

Her breath hitched, the closeness between them making her head spin, “Maybe I am”, she replied softly, “but I'm willing to take the risk”.

Lucas’s eyes darkened, a mix of emotions swirling within them. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke, “You're a brave woman, Olivia. But bravery can get you hurt”.

Olivia shivered at the sensation,her heart racing, “I’m not afraid of you Lucas”, she whispered back, her voice trembling slightly but resolute.

He pulled back slightly, their faces inches apart, “You should be” , he said, his voice in a low growl. “Because right now,all I think about is how much I want you”.

Olivia's heart pounded in her chest, the intensity of his words and the heat in his gaze sending shiver down her spine. She didn't move, didn't speak, she just stood there, caught in a magnetic pull of his presence.

Lucas took another step closer, his body pressing against hers, “What are you going to do about that, Olivia?” He asked, his voice a seductive whisper.

Riley's mind raced, torn between desire and caution . She could feel the heat of his body, the desires and danger that radiates from him. But also she saw the vulnerability, the man behind the Mafia boss, and it only attracted her more to him.

“I don't know”, she admitted,her voice barely above a whisper .

Lucas smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes, “Let me show you”.

He closed the remaining distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a fierce , passionate kiss. Olivia melted against him,her hands clutching at his shirt, as she returned the kiss with equal fervor.