SIXTY SIX

Lucas awoke to the sight of Olivia the following morning . She was still drowned in sleep beside him. Lucas hopelessly stared at Olivia's sleepy face, the way her hair dropped over the pillow.

He placed a soft kiss on her lips, which made her swish, and flutter her eyes open.

“Good morning, baby.” Lucas greeted her with a warm smile.

Olivia blushed, her cheeks tinged with a soft ink as she responded, “Good morning, Lucas.” She stretched lazily , feeling the lingering warmth from their night together.

They lay in bed for a few moments, enjoying the quiet intimacy. Lucas turned to her, his eyes filled with affection, “How was your night?”

Olivia giggled, a playful glint in her eyes, “It was adventurous.”

They both laughed, talking about their love making from the previous night,

As their laughter subsided, Lucas shifted the conversation, “About the ball party tonight, I have made arrangements. There will be a makeup artist, hair stylist and a designer, coming over to help you get ready.”

Olivia shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. “You shouldn't have gone through much trouble. I still have some beautiful dresses from our vacation.”

Lucas insisted, “I know, but I want you to have options . You can still pick from the ones the designer will bring.”

Olivia sighed, touched by his thoughtfulness. “You always think of everything, don't you?”

Lucas shrugged modestly, “Only because I want the best for you.”

Olivia leaned in, and kissed him, “Thank you, Lucas. For everything.”

As Olivia slipped out from bed, Lucas couldn't help but appreciate Olivia's pure beauty. Even without makeup, or a fancy dress, she looked stunning. They spent the morning together, enjoying a comfortable and yummy breakfast.

After finishing their breakfast, Olivia and Lucas shared a kiss, before Lucas headed to his study, “I’ll see you later, baby.” he said, his voice laced with affection.

Olivia nodded, “I’ll be here, getting ready for tonight.”

Lucas smiled, giving her a peck on her cheekd, before making his way to the study.

Lucas walked into the study, his attitude shifting to that of an intimidating Mafia boss. Vincent was already there, waiting with a grave expression.

“Vincent,” Lucas greeted, sensing the tension in the room, “What's going on?”

Vincent stood up from his chair, his face serious, “Boss, we’ve got a situation. One of our men, Franco, was caught stealing money from the family funds.”

Lucas’s eyes narrowed, his expression hardened. “Franco? Are you certain?”

Vincent nodded, “ we found the missing money in his personal account, he’s in the basement waiting for your judgment.”

Without another word, Lucas strode out of the study, Vincent following closely behind. They walked down the stairs till they got to the basement.


In the basement, Franco was bundled to a chair, his mind already expecting his death. Two of Lucas’s men stood guard, their expression cold.

Lucas approached Franco, his gaze icy. “You stole from me Franco. After everything I’ve done for you.”

Franco struggled against his bonds, his voice shaking, “Boss, please, I didn't mean to…”

Lucas raised a hand silencing him, “Stealing from the family is a betrayal of the highest order, do you have any idea what that means?”

Franco’s eyes darted around, searching for a way out, “I…I was desperate, I needed the money for my family!”

“You should have talked to Vincent about it,” Lucas said, his expression softened for a moment, but only for a moment, “Desperation is no excuse for betrayal.”

Vincent stepped forward, placing a gun in Lucas’s hand. “Your call, boss.”

Lucas took the gun, his grip steady. He looked in Franco’s eyes, seeing the fear and regret. “You know what happens to thieves, Franco.”

Franco’s breathing quickened, his eyes wide with terror, “Please , Boss! I can make it right. I swear!”

Without saying a word, Lucas raised the gun and fired a single shot. The sound echoed through the basement, followed by a deafening silence, Fran I slumped in the chair, lifeless.

Lucas handed the gun back to Vincent, who nodded in understanding, “Clean this up.” Lucas ordered his voice devoid of emotions.

Vincent signaled the guards, who moved to take care of Franco’s body. As they worked, Vincent turned to Lucas, “There’s something else you need to know.”

Lucas raised an eyebrow, “What is it?”

Vincent hesitated, then spoke, “Dominique Santos, just landed in New York for the ball party.”

Lucas scoffed, “Dominique must be up to something, let's be on alert. For now, let's focus on tonight. I want everything to be perfect for the ball.”

Vince gave a slight smile, “Understood,boss.”

Later that evening , Olivia's room had been transformed into a temporary salon. A crew of beauticians worked cautiously, ensuring she looked perfect for the evening.

Olivia sat in front of the mirror in her room , her eyes closed as the makeup artist applied the finishing touches. Her hair was styled in soft, cascading waves that framed her face beautifully.

“You’re almost ready,” the makeup artist said with a smile, stepping back to admire her work. Olivia opened her eyes and smiled, pleased with the transformation.

Following the completion of her makeup , the designer presented a selection of beautifully crafted gowns for Olivia to choose from.

Olivia carefully looked into each dress one after another, before she finally picked a whole body length , off shoulder gown, made of deep emerald silk, embellished with twisted silver embroidery. The dress hugged her figure perfectly.

As Olivia slipped into the gown, she looked at the mirror, anf admired her new look, she felt a wave of exhilaration within her.

At that moment, Lucas walked into the room, he was dressed in a classic black tuxedo with a crisp white shirt, and a black bow tie, his hair was neatly styled. His eyes widened as he took in Olivia's appearance, a smile spreading across his face.

“You look gorgeous,” Lucas commented, his voice filled with praises.

Olivia cheeks reddened from blushing, smoothing her dress, “thank you, you look amazing .”

Lucas chuckled, he stepped forward, closing the gap between and wrapping his arms around her waist, “I can't wait you off tonight.”

Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, Lucas added, “Remember when I said, today is my turn?”

Olivia raised an eyebrow in curiosity, “Yes, I remember.”

Lucas smirked , as he pulled out a Lush 3 Remote Vibrator designed for G-spot stimulation. Olivia gasped, “You’re fucking serious, Lucas?” she said, her eyes widened in surprise.

“Absolutely,” Lucas said, with a confident grin. “You’ll put it on now, before we leave for the party.”

Olivia smiled, a mix of anticipation and mischief, “I think , I'd like to experience that.”

Lucas chuckled, “Good. Tonight is going to be unforgettable.”