Lucas stood up slowly, slipping his hands into his pockets. He looked directly at Don Kulas, his gaze intense. “I am the last bloodline of the Genovese Familia, the sole survivor of the massacre you orchestrated against my family, Don Kulas.”
As he spoke, the thick dust behind him finally settled, revealing the vast number of Lucas’s men surrounding the entire villa of the Sicilian Familia. They blocked every possible exit, ensuring that not even a fly could escape unnoticed. Don Kulas’s eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight of Lucas’s formidable force.
Through the broken wall, two figures emerged-Jose and Vladimir. Don Kulas furrowed his brow, his curiosity piqued. “And who are you?” he demanded.
Jose stepped forward, introducing himself with a calm authority. “I am the Don of the Abate Familia,” he declared.
Vladimir followed suit, his voice steady. “And I am the Don of the Mercado Familia.”
Don Kulas let out a derisive laugh, shaking his head. “I thought your allies would be more impressive, Lucas. Just two decaying, low-level Mafia Families that were almost forgotten to history.”
Don Ramon leaned in once more, whispering urgently to Don Kulas, “Don’t underestimate them. Their capabilities are far beyond what you might think.”
But Don Kulas waved him off dismissively. “You’re overthinking, Ramon. No matter how strong or numerous flies become, they remain flies,” he scoffed, turning his attention to Vlad and Jose. “So, what possessed you two flies to join forces with the last remnant of the once-legendary Genovese Familia?”
Vlad responded with a calm, measured tone, “At least we didn’t ally ourselves with a traitor who only serves his own interests.”
Jose chimed in, his voice steady and confident. “You see, Don Kulas, strength isn’t just about numbers or reputation. It’s about loyalty and purpose. Something you seem to have forgotten in your quest for power.”
Don Kulas smirked, his arrogance unshaken. “Loyalty? Purpose? Those are just words. In this world, power is the only currency that matters.”
Vlad shook his head, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Power without loyalty is a house built on sand, Don Kulas. It crumbles at the first sign of a storm.”
Jose nodded in agreement. “And storms have a way of revealing the true nature of things. Perhaps it’s time you reconsidered who the real flies are in this scenario.”
Don Kulas’s expression hardened, but he maintained his bravado. “You think you can intimidate me with your philosophical nonsense? I’ve built an empire, while you cling to the shadows of the past.”
Vlad smiled, unfazed by the insult. “Empires built on betrayal and deceit have a way of collapsing, Don Kulas. History has shown us that time and again.”
Jose added, “And those who underestimate the strength of unity often find themselves alone when it matters most.”
Don Kulas laughed heartily, his voice echoing through the room. “Look at what happened to the Genovese Familia! All that loyalty, and where did it get them? They crumbled to dust,” he taunted, his laughter filled with mockery.
Vlad and Jose remained composed, their expressions unwavering. Vlad spoke first, his voice steady. “The Genovese Familia treated you with respect and kindness. And how did you repay them? With betrayal. Have you no shame, Don Kulas?”
Jose nodded, adding, “Loyalty is not a weakness, Don Kulas. It’s a strength you clearly never understood. You turned your back on those who trusted you.”
Don Kulas shrugged, his arrogance unshaken. “Younger generations like you know nothing. You think loyalty and honor mean something in this world? You’re naive.”
Vlad smirked, his eyes fixed on Don Kulas. “Unlike you, who is old and has nothing to show for it but betrayal. What else do you know besides turning on your allies?”
Don Kulas’s expression darkened, but he maintained his bravado. “I know how to survive, how to thrive in a world that eats the weak alive. You think you can lecture me on loyalty and honor? Those are luxuries for those who can afford them.”
Jose leaned forward slightly, his gaze piercing. “Survival at the cost of your soul is no survival at all, Don Kulas. It’s merely existing in a shadow of what you could have been.”
Vlad chuckled, a hint of mockery in his laughter as he looked at Don Kulas. “Tell me, Don Kulas,” he began, his tone dripping with sarcasm, “are you afraid of those stronger than you? Is that why you always strive to be number one, no matter the cost?”
Don Kulas’s eyes narrowed, his bravado momentarily faltering. “Afraid? Hardly. I simply understand the nature of power. To stay on top, you must be willing to do whatever it takes.”
Vlad shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. “Or perhaps it’s fear that drives you, the fear of being overshadowed, of being forgotten. After all, those who live by betrayal often fear the same fate.”
Don Kulas scoffed, trying to regain his composure. “You think you know me, Vlad? You think you can psychoanalyze me with your amateur insights?”
At that moment, Lucas clapped his hands, signaling for the conversation to pause. Don Kulas turned to him with a mocking grin. “So, Lucas, are you here to start a fight with my familia? Or have you changed your mind and decided to go home for a cup of coffee?” he taunted, laughing.
Lucas shook his head calmly, his demeanor unruffled. “Start a fight? No, that’s not why we’re here, as for the coffee,” he replied, pausing for a moment before flashing a chilling smile. “Prepare it for after we’ve mourned you in this war.”
After Lucas’s chilling words, Lion returned to the vehicle, a wild grin on his face. He revved the engine and drove forward with reckless abandon, laughing maniacally as he plowed through several members of the Sicilian Familia.
Inside the villa, chaos erupted as One Eye led hundreds of his men into the fray, their sheer numbers overwhelming the entrance. On the other side, one of Lucas’s long-time allies took charge of the men in black suits, leading them into the villa as more and more of Lucas’s forces poured in, filling the space to the brim.
Don Kulas’s face twisted with rage as he witnessed the audacious assault on his territory. His voice boomed over the chaos, filled with fury and desperation. “How dare you invade my domain like this! Show them no mercy! Attack and crush these fools!” he commanded, his words spurring his men into action.