I AM THE KNIFE PT2

After entering the lush veranda, I could feel the shift in the air. My father, Don Luciano, was sharp and observant, and I knew the moment our eyes met that he sensed something was off. The recognition was instant. He was still the master of the room, attending to his guests, but his eyes never left me. There was a flicker of suspicion, a shadow of doubt that lingered just beneath his composed exterior.

I decided to let him be for the moment. I walked to the railing of the veranda, resting my hands on the cool metal as I looked out at the flowing river below. This was the same veranda where, a year ago, I had almost killed my father but had ultimately failed. It was also the place where I had almost died. The memories flooded back, a reminder of the stakes of this night.

With a deep breath, I activated the small communication device tucked discreetly in my ear. “Raven, status update.”

Her voice came through, calm and efficient. “Perimeter clear. All snipers and guards are down. Four snipers and six guards in total.”

“Good work,” I replied. “Red Head Junkie, how’s our exit looking?”

“Ready and waiting,” he responded, his voice crackling with the energy of someone who thrived under pressure. “I’ve got the car prepped and hidden in the side alley. Just give the word.”

“Rat Face, any issues on your end?”

“None. Blending in perfectly. Everyone thinks I’m just another handyman,” he said, a hint of amusement in his tone.

I smiled, impressed with their efficiency. “Excellent. Stay sharp, everyone.”

As I turned back to the party, I saw my father still watching me. His eyes were calculating, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he made his move. I continued to scan the room, ensuring that every piece of the plan was in place.

Then a sudden quiet came upon the veranda.

The sudden quiet that fell over the veranda was almost deafening. My father, dressed in an immaculate black and gold suit, his diamond-plated walking stick in front of him, began to make his way toward me. The guests fell silent, parting to let him through, their curiosity palpable.

“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice calm but commanding.

I did as he asked, facing him directly. He studied me, his eyes narrowing. “Who are you?” he asked, his tone laced with suspicion.

“I am whoever is behind the mask,” I replied, my voice steady.

He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Who are you, really?” he pressed.

I smiled beneath the mask, savoring the moment. Slowly, I reached up and removed it, revealing my face.

“SON?” He said, as his eyes slowly opened.
Gasps echoed around the veranda as recognition dawned on him.

“Sebastian?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re alive?”

“Very much so,” I replied, meeting his gaze. “Surprised?”

He recovered quickly, his expression hardening. “What are you doing here?”

“This is the dawn of your end,” I said coldly. “And I am the knife.”

He laughed again, but this time it was more of a growl. “You think you can kill me? You failed once before.”

“This time is different,” I said, stepping closer. “This time, I’m not alone.”

At that moment, the sound of guns cocking filled the air. Five men, who had been sitting like guests, stood up and pointed their weapons at me. My father’s grin widened, confident in his backup.

But I had anticipated this. “Raven, now,” I murmured into my device.

A second later, precise shots rang out. The five men fell, their blood staining the elegant tablecloths. Chaos erupted as guests screamed and scrambled to get away. My father’s face twisted in confusion and shock.

“Impressive,” he said, a grudging respect in his voice. “But you’re not the only one with a plan.”

He whistled sharply, and from nowhere, seven new guards appeared. Four waiters and three security guards, one of whom was Evander’s father, surrounded me. The situation was dire, but I remained calm. I knew my father’s pride would be his downfall.

Meanwhile, Evander was on a separate mission. His task was to infiltrate my father’s office and retrieve vital documents and information. He could only communicate with Raven to maintain the element of surprise. His objective was clear: find the documents, extract the information, and report back but I could still hear him.

Evander navigated the mansion with precision, avoiding detection as he made his way to the office. The door was heavily secured, as expected. He took a deep breath and began to work on the lock, his fingers moving deftly over the mechanisms.

“Raven, I’m at the office,” he whispered.

“Copy that,” she replied. “Proceed with caution.”

Inside, the office was a testament to my father’s paranoia. Layers of security systems guarded the room. Evander moved carefully, disabling the alarms and making his way to the desk. He began searching through the drawers, pulling out files and documents.

“Anything useful?” Raven’s voice crackled in his ear.

“A lot. Locations, contacts, plans... This is gold,” Evander responded, stuffing the documents into a bag. “I’m on my way out.”

As he exited the office, he remained vigilant, knowing that the slightest mistake could compromise the entire mission. He moved silently through the halls, blending into the shadows.
But then.
“BEEEP, BEEP.” My fathers watch rang.
“Oh, would you look at that.” He said, bringing out his phone and pointing it to Evander’s dad.
“I am on it sir.” He said, his face more serious than before and then he walked out.
I wondered what that was about but I was more focused on him telling me.

“So back to the topic, what will you do now?” He said to me with an annoying grin.


My father’s guards had surrounded me. His expression was one of smug satisfaction. “You’ve done well, Sebastian. But this ends here.”

I glanced at the guards, recognizing two of them instantly. The Mamba Brothers. My allies. I smiled, knowing that my father had made a critical error.
“Oh, You think, you are smart.. by the way I don’t know if this one is with you but I feel like tonight everyone is trying to steal from me or kill me, do you know anything about that?” HE asked as he smiled at me.

Something was off, I knew I was the one with the advantage but he had a smile, this man was scheming something and my mind Toiled me to find the reason why