CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

In Massimo's territory, Massimo sat in his territory, the air heavy with scent of cigar smoke. He was buttered with rage , his mind racing as he calculated every possible means to strike back at Lucas.

The picture of Olga tied up and the news of her untimely death played over and over again in his head, fueling his fury.

He slammed his fist onto the oak desk, making the glasses of whiskey and ashtray jump.

“That bastard!” Massimo growled, his voice a guttural snarl. “He thinks he can get away with this?”

His right hand man Lorenzo , stood nearby, watching his boss with a mixture of concern and caution. Lorenzo had been with Massimo for years,loyal and astute, always offering a voice of reason when emotions ran high.

“Massimo”, Lorenzo began, his tone measured, “we need to think this through. Lucas is expecting us to retaliate. He’s prepared his defenses , and attacking him now, would be walking into a trap”.

Massimo glared at Lorenzo , his eyes blazing. “So we just sit here and do nothing? He killed my sister Lorenzo, he has to pay!”

Lorenzo stepped closer , his demeanor calm but firm, “I’m not saying we do nothing. But we need to be smart about this. Lucas Moretti is very smart , and if we move too quickly , we risk losing more than just a battle. We need to find his weakness , strike where he’s vulnerable”.

Massimo leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “What do you suggest then? We wait until he let his guard down?”


Lorenzo nodded. “Exactly, Lucas is expecting an immediate response. If we hold off, he’ll start to relax , thinking we’ve backed down. That's when we strike”.

Massimo let out a heavy sigh, his anger simmering but not diminished. “I hate waiting, But you’re right . Lucas is too clever to be caught off guard. We need to be patient, find the right moment to hit him where it hurts.”

Lorenzo placed a reassuring hand on Massimo's shoulder, “We’ll get our revenge , Massimo, Lucas won't see it coming”.

Massimo nodded, a grim determination settling in his eyes. “Fine, we’ll play it your way for now. But make no mistakes Lorenzo , Lucas Moretti will pay for what he did to Olga.

Lorenzo nodded, his mind already turning over plans and strategies , “We'll find his weak spots. Until then, we watch, we wait and we prepare.”

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The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Lucas' bedroom, casting a golden glow across the bedroom. Lucas stirred as the rats hit his eyes , pulling him from a deep peaceful sleep.

He hasn't experienced such a peaceful sleep in years. As he blinked awake, he felt the comforting weight of Olivia resting on his chest, her soft breathing, the only sound in the room.

He looked down at her,memories of their conversation from the previous night flooding back. Gently, he shifted, carefully placing her head on the pillow and placing a kiss on her forehead . He lingered for a moment watching her sleep, before the sound of a knock at the door, broke the peace.

The knock roused Olivia , and she groggily opened her eyes just as James entered the room.

The sight before him ,made him stop in his tracks, his eyebrow shooting up in surprise.

“Well, well, well,” James said, his voice filled with playfully curiosity , “What do we have here?”

Olivia's cheek flushed with embarrassment . She quickly stood up from the bed,smoothing down her clothes. “Good morning James”, she greeted shyly, trying to maintain her composure.

“Good morning to you, Olivia” James responded jovially , giving her a playful look that made her cheeks burn even hotter, “Quite an interesting place to conduct an investigation,isn't it?”

Olivia mumbled a quick excuse, about needing to freshen up and hurried out of the room , leaving the two brothers alone. James watched her leave , a mischievous smile on his face, before turning back to Lucas.

“Well, well, brother” James began , his tone dripping with amusement, “Care to explain, why the investigator is investigating your bed? What case is she working on? The mystery of the Mafia’s Mattress?”

Lucas rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of smile in his lips, he knew his brother to be a happy person, he has never seen James angry iver something, instead ge laughs over it. “What are you even doing here?”

James raised an eyebrow , leaning against the doorframe. “I’m here to see my brother, But it looked like I interrupted something else”

Lucas sighed , “It's not what you think, besides I don't even owe you any explanation, Can you leave my room now?”

“Leave?” James echoed, a grin spreading across his face. “You, the notorious Lucas Moretti , tangled up with your so called investigator? And you think I’ll leave? I have to admit, this is the most entertaining thing I've seen in years”

Lucas couldn't help but chuckle at his brother's dramatics, “Trust me, It's not all entertainment”.

James crossed the room and clapped a hand on Lucas' shoulder , “Whatevet it is, Just be careful . You don't wanna involve that innocent damsel in your crazy world. You know how easily things get out of hands”.

Lucas nodded, appreciating the concern, behind James’s humor, “I know”.

As James left the room, Lucas felt a mixture of amusement and dissolve, Lucas decides to go to Olivia's room, hoping she wasn't feeling embarrassed by his brother’s playful behavior.


Meanwhile, Olivia having fled the room, found herself in the hallway trying to steady her racing heart . James’s teasing had caught her off guard, and she couldn't shake the embarrassment. She made her way to her bathroom to freshen up.

Lucas made his way to her room, hoping to clear the air . Reaching her door, he knocked gently but received no response , he knocked again, still no answer.

Growing slightly concerned, he cautiously opened the door and stepped inside. Just as he entered , Olivia emerged from the bathroom, completely unclad , her hair damp , and her skin glistening with water.

For a moment ,both of them were frozen in shock . Lucas' eyes involuntarily scanned over her body , taking in from her mid sized boobs, to her stomach, her pierced navel button, her tinybwaust, tonher hips and her soft looking butts, just perfect to be held.

“Jesus Christ, Lucas” she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of embarrassment and indignation, “What….What are you doing?”

Lucas turned his back immediately , running a head through his hair in frustration.