Lucas sat across from Victoria in her father’s villa, the most opulent estate in Italy. They relaxed outside, overlooking the garden, as Victoria’s growing belly was a constant, joyful reminder of their future.
“How are you feeling today?” Lucas asked gently, his eyes full of concern.
Victoria smiled, resting a hand on her belly. “A bit of morning sickness, but our little one is quite active.”
Lucas chuckled softly. “Already making their presence known. I can’t wait to meet them.”
He stood and moved closer, kneeling beside her. Placing his hands tenderly on her belly, he spoke to their baby. “Hello, little one. It’s your dad. We can’t wait to see you. You’re already so loved.”
Lucas continued to speak softly to their baby, his hands gently resting on Victoria’s belly. “We promise to give you all the love and care in the world. Your mom and I are so excited to have you in our lives.”
Victoria, her heart overflowing with love, smiled warmly as she watched Lucas. She reached out, her hand tenderly caressing his face. “You’re going to be an amazing father, Lucas,” she said, her voice filled with affection and certainty.
Lucas looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers with a deep connection. “And you’ll be the most wonderful mother,” he replied, his voice full of admiration.
Victoria’s smile widened, and she leaned in closer, her hand still gently holding his face. “Together, we’ll make sure our little one has the best life possible,” she whispered, her words a promise of the love and partnership they shared.
Lucas smiled warmly at Victoria, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss before settling back into his chair. His expression shifted slightly, becoming more serious yet resolute. “It’s time you know more about me,” he began, his voice steady.
Victoria looked at him with curiosity, sensing the weight of what he was about to share. “Remember when you asked me about the Genovese?” Lucas continued.
“Yes, I remember,” Victoria replied, nodding.
Lucas took a deep breath. “The Genovese were once the most powerful Mafia in Rome. But they were betrayed by those they considered family-Costa, Mercado, Abate, Gallo, and the leader of the betrayal, the Sicilian Familia, who are now the dominant force in Rome.”
He paused, gathering his thoughts as Victoria listened intently. “The Genovese were ambushed. Those families turned against us, and it was a massacre.”
Victoria’s expression shifted to one of suspicion and concern, sensing where the story was leading. “Lucas, what are you trying to say?” she asked, her voice tinged with worry.
Lucas met her gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and determination. “I’m the last bloodline of the Genovese. The only survivor of that massacre. I was lucky… one of my father’s men stopped me from returning home that night.”
He continued, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “I was out, just taking a walk, and on my way back with my father’s man when we noticed the chaos at our villa. From a distance, I saw… I saw my sister being violated, my father and mother killed. And then I saw the Don of the Sicilian Familia walk out, surrounded by the other Dons.”
Victoria’s eyes widened, her heart aching for Lucas. She reached out, holding his hand tightly, offering silent support as he shared his painful past.
Lucas smiled softly before continuing, “Recently, I’ve started to fight back against the Sicilian Familia. I’ve managed to sway the Mercado and Abate families to our side, and we’ve taken down the right hand of the Sicilians, the Costa Familia. Right now, there’s chaos within the Sicilian ranks, and it won’t be long before we make our move on their territory to end this once and for all.”
Victoria listened with growing concern, her heart heavy with worry. She wanted to urge Lucas to reconsider, but she understood this was his path to justice. She smiled gently, her eyes filled with love and support. “Just promise me you’ll be careful. Our baby and I will be waiting for you,” she said softly.
Lucas nodded, reassuring her. “Don’t worry. Everything is planned. Just one more move, and the Sicilian Familia will be in checkmate.”
He paused, then admitted, “I wasn’t really at the company recently. I’ve been executing this long-planned strategy, leaving Lorenzo to handle the office work. Even though we’ve weakened the Sicilian Familia, they still have numbers on their side. But I promise you, I’ll make sure we win and erase the Sicilian Familia from existence.”
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Sicilian Familia villa, chaos reigned. The once unshakeable empire was crumbling, and the air was thick with anxiety. Don Kulas sat in his imposing chair, his expression dark and furious as he listened to the report from one of his men.
The subordinate stood respectfully before him, his voice steady but laced with urgency. “Don Kulas, our businesses are collapsing. The authorities have seized control, emboldened by our lost connections with the three Major Families. Our gold mine is completely shut down, surrounded by military security. It’s impossible to approach.”
The weight of the report hung heavily in the room, and Don Kulas’s anger was palpable. His fists clenched, and his eyes burned with rage. “Lucas!” he spat, the name a curse on his lips. “That wretched Tyrant Boss! I swear, I’ll make him pay for this. He won’t get away with destroying everything we’ve built.”
As the tension simmered, Don Ramon, seated nearby, watched with a peculiar expression. A hint of sarcasm played on his lips as he spoke, “I told you, this man moves differently. You underestimated him, and now we’re paying the price.”
“We need to regroup and fortify our defenses,” Don Kulas said, his voice steady despite the chaos. “Lucas may be knocking on our door soon, but we still have the numbers. Our men are loyal, and we can rebuild our operations through other channels.”
Don Ramon nodded, considering the options. “We should also reach out to any remaining allies. Even if the Major Families have distanced themselves, there are others who might still owe us favors.”
Don Kulas leaned back in his chair, a determined look in his eyes. “Exactly. We may have lost some ground, but we’re not defeated. We’ll adapt and find new ways to thrive. Lucas may have struck a blow, but he hasn’t won the war.”
Bang!
The sudden, thunderous crash of the gate reverberated through the villa, sending a jolt of alarm through the room. Both Don Kulas and Don Ramon sprang to their feet, their instincts honed by years of navigating the treacherous world of organized crime.
“What was that?” Don Kulas barked, his eyes narrowing as he moved swiftly toward the door.
Don Ramon followed closely, his expression a mix of concern and readiness. “It seems Lucas has decided to make his move.” he remarked.