As they stepped out into the corridor, the villa was already a hive of activity. Guards were rushing toward the source of the commotion, weapons drawn and eyes scanning for any sign of an intruder.
Don Kulas’s mind raced as he assessed the situation. “We need to secure the perimeter and prepare for a possible breach,” he ordered, his voice commanding and resolute.
The scene outside the villa was chaotic, the gate lying in ruins after being rammed by a vehicle. As the dust settled, two figures emerged from the car-Lion from the driver’s seat and Tiger from the passenger side. Their presence was met with a sea of alert, hostile stares from the guards surrounding them.
Lion glanced around, a smirk playing on his lips. “Well, this is quite the welcome party,” he remarked with a hint of sarcasm, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
Tiger chuckled, raising his voice to address the crowd. “Is this how you greet your guests? With weapons drawn?” he taunted, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
From the throng of guards, Don Kulas stepped forward, his expression a mix of anger and disdain. “You’re not welcome here, and you’re certainly not guests!” he declared, his voice booming with authority.
Lion’s grin widened as he locked eyes with Don Kulas. “So, this is the infamous Don Kulas of the Sicilian Familia,” he said mockingly, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “I expected someone… taller.”
The tension crackled in the air as one of the guards, unable to contain his anger, charged at Lion. “No respect!” the guard shouted, lunging forward.
With a swift, effortless movement, Lion sidestepped the attack, sending the guard sprawling to the ground with a casual “Whoops!” His demeanor remained relaxed, almost playful, as if the confrontation was nothing more than a game.
Don Kulas’s voice was laced with anger as he demanded, “What do you want? Bring out Lucas. I have no idea what the Sicilian Familia did to make him target us. As far as I know, it was just a close call with Kevin almost crossing a line with his woman.” He added with a smirk.
Tiger leaned casually against the car, his demeanor relaxed despite the tension. “Ah, Don Kulas, always straight to the point. But you see, Our boss, Lucas, is a bit of a mystery, isn’t he? Maybe he’s just a fan of your hospitality,” Tiger replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Don Kulas’s eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. “Enough with the games. If Lucas has a problem, he should face me directly.”
Tiger shrugged, maintaining his casual demeanor. “Well, you know how it is. Boss likes to keep things interesting. Maybe he’s just reminiscing about the good old days when things were simpler. Or maybe he’s just curious about how the mighty Sicilian Familia handles a little pressure.”
Don Kulas’s frustration was evident, but Tiger continued, unfazed. “You know, Don, Boss has a way of making things personal. It’s almost like he has a score to settle. But who can say? Maybe he’s just here for the ambiance.”
Tiger’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he leaned in slightly. “So, Don Kulas, any theories on why our boss might be so interested in your operations? Or should we just wait and see if he decides to drop by for a chat himself?”
Before Don Kulas could respond, another loud bang shattered the tense atmosphere.
Bang!
The villa’s wall crumbled, sending debris flying and scattering Don Kulas’s men. Cries to protect the Don echoed through the chaos as the dust settled, revealing a white armored vehicle that had smashed through the barrier.
From the vehicle emerged One Eye and Lucas. “Sorry about that,” One Eye said, scratching his head with a sheepish grin. “Just wanted to test how sturdy this thing is,” he added, patting the armored vehicle affectionately.
Don Kulas was seething with rage, his face flushed with anger. Don Ramon stepped closer to him, whispering urgently, “Lucas is here.”
Lucas stepped forward with a calm, almost leisurely demeanor. “Were you looking for me?” he called out, his voice carrying a mocking tone. “Apologies for being fashionably late. Traffic was a nightmare,” he continued, his words dripping with sarcasm.
As Lucas walked confidently in front of the armored vehicle, one of his men quickly set up a chair. Lucas sat down with a relaxed air, crossing his legs as if he were merely attending a casual meeting. One Eye stood behind him, a silent but imposing presence.
Lucas surveyed the scene with a smirk. “I must say, Don Kulas, your hospitality leaves much to be desired. But I suppose we all have our off days,” he quipped, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
Don Kulas looked down at Lucas with disdain, his voice dripping with contempt. “So, this is the infamous Tyrant Boss,” he sneered. “I expected someone… more impressive. You come crashing through my walls like a child throwing a tantrum, and you think that earns you respect?”
Lucas remained seated, unfazed by the insult. He leaned back in his chair, a calm smile playing on his lips. “Respect is such a subjective thing, Don Kulas,” he replied smoothly. “Some earn it through fear, others through admiration. I find a little chaos tends to keep things interesting.”
Don Kulas’s eyes narrowed, his irritation barely concealed. “You think you’re clever, barging in here like this? You’re nothing but a nuisance, a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things.”
Lucas chuckled softly, his composure unshaken. “Perhaps. But even a minor inconvenience can become a major problem if left unchecked. I’m here to ensure we understand each other, Don Kulas. After all, misunderstandings can be so… costly.”
Don Kulas, growing impatient, waved a hand dismissively. “Get to the point, Lucas. I don’t recall ever offending you directly. As for that incident with your wife, I have no idea what happened back then.”
The smile faded from Lucas’s face, replaced by a serious expression. “If you don’t remember, let me remind you,” he said, his voice low and steady. He began to recount a story, weaving a tale of the past involving the Genovese family and the massacre that had occurred. His words were carefully chosen, leaving out the crucial detail that he was one of them.
Don Kulas listened, his expression shifting from irritation to mild curiosity. “Ah, the foolish Genovese Familia,” he interrupted with a sneer. “They trusted too easily, thought they were stronger than they were.” He smirked, looking at Lucas with a mocking glint in his eyes. “And what does this old, rotten story have to do with anything?”
Lucas stood up slowly, slipping his hands into his pockets. He looked directly at Don Kulas, his gaze intense. “Because…” he said cryptically, his words carrying a weight that made Don Kulas’s eyes widen in sudden realization.