Whispers and obsession

Chapter Two

Jett Luciano pov

She moved quickly after that. Fresh bandages were used. Clean shirt. I stood up, pulled on my jacket, and

walked out of the hospital room. Every swing of my arm sent a sharp sting through the shoulder,

but I did not slow down.

Outside, the black BMW was already waiting.

I settled into the back seat, leaning my head against the leather, the city was already busy under the morning sun. My shoulder burned with every bump in the road.

The city moved past the windows, bright and loud, but inside the car everything felt heavy.

I closed my eyes for a moment, and the memories rushed in.

The damp warehouse. The tention and cheap whiskey. The Gunfire exploding behind me. How my dad crashed into my arms and his blood soacking through my shirt.

Grief. Rage. A burning need for revenge. It all sat in my chest, making it hard for me to breathe. My father’s face flashed in my mind. Not the dying one, but the strong, commanding man he had always been. Now I was supposed to fill those shoes. Alone.

but my mind stayed fixed on one thing.

Her.

I didn’t know her name. I didn’t know why she was there that night. All I knew was that she had crawled into my head and refused to leave. The thought of finding her, of making her mine, was the only thing that felt good in this fucked..up morning.

I was going to make her mine and thats certain.

The car stopped outside Luciano Holdings. I stepped out from the car. The moment I walked into the company building

I straightened my jacket, ignoring the sharp sting in my shoulder.

The whispers started flying.

“I heard he is the new CEO now.”

“Damn, he looks even better up close.”

“Look at that body… well dressed and that scent. I wish he would notice me.”

More voices followed me into the elevator.

“Good morning sir,” some of them said properly. Others kept whispering behind my back.

“I heard he can have any woman he wants. Urgghh, that is exactly the kind of man I want.”

I turned and looked straight at her then cleared my throat loudly. She faced the wall quickly and stayed silent until the doors opened.

The elevator doors opened on the top floor. My secretary was waiting, spine straight.

“Good morning, Mr. Luciano.”

“Are they all inside?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then let’s get this over with.”

She hesitated.

“Your shoulder..”

“I’m fine.”

“The doctor said you should rest.”

“Then tell the doctor to run the company.” My voice stayed flat.

She dropped her eyes.

“Yes, sir.”

The boardroom went silent the moment I walked in. I took the seat at the head of the table that

used to belong to my father.

The room was quiet. I sat down slowly , still feeling pain on my shoulder.

Steve cleared his throat.

“Mr. Luciano… before we begin, our condolences on your father’s passing “

“Save it,” I said. “Tell me why this family lost eighty-eight percent of its assets in the last six months.”

Mr Steve cleared his throat and started first. “We are terribly sorry, but it was possible to regain only 12 percent of your family’s assets. In the future, we recommend a major heterogeneous investment portfolio.”

I stared at him, not with a smile . “You recommend? This whole deal was also your fucking recommendation Steve. Three securities. We were moving serious money and you only sent three men. Are you all serious right now?”

Steve shifted in his seat. “I had no idea it would turn out that way. We checked every area. Everything looked perfect .”

I leaned forward even though it hurt. “I need a full refund. And ten percent interest by the end of the month.”

One of the board members in the grey suit shook his head. “That is impossible.”

I slammed my hand on the table. “How the fuck did this happen?

Another guy cut in. “You can ask Mrs Bell. And forgive my language but you need balls for this job.”

One idiot in grey started sliding his chair back like he could actually leave.

“Sit the hell down,” I said.

“I think this conversation is over,” he replied and stood up anyway.

“Stephen.” My voice went low. “Sit. Down.”

He didn’t move.

“I think your emotions are running this meeting. Your father died yesterday.

You’re angry. I get that. But this company cannot be run like a criminal operation.”

Silence dropped over the table like a blade.

I stood slowly.

“Sit. Down.”

Stephen turned toward the door.“I won’t be threatened.”

I gave a small nod. One of my men stepped forward. The barrel of a gun pressed against

Stephen’s temple.

Stephen froze.

“Five seconds,” I said.

“You wouldn’t—”

“Four.”

Sweat broke along his hairline.

“Three.”

He dropped into the chair so fast the wood cracked.

I looked around the table slowly.

“Anyone else want to test my patience today? Anybody else got something stupid to say? Huh!”

Nobody moved. Nobody breathed loud.

“Good. Now sign the agreement.”

Pens moved. One by one. When the last signature landed I gathered the papers and stood.

“Meeting’s over.”

By the end of the hour they all agreed. Every single one of them signed off on my terms. Full refund plus the ten percent. No arguments.

I pulled out my phone and dialed before the numbers

finished lighting the screen.

“Update,” I said the second the call connected.

Grego’s voice came through, edged with something that almost sounded like triumph.

“We found her, boss.”

I stared at my reflection in the polished steel.

“The girl from the pier?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

A pause.

“She’s not in the city anymore.”

My grip tightened until the phone case cracked.

“Then where is she?”

Another pause. Longer this time.

“Sicily. But according to the latest, they’re leaving for Poland. For her birthday.”

I went completely still.

After all the blood. All the chaos. The one face I couldn’t stop seeing was standing on the other

side of an ocean, completely unaware I was already coming for her.

“Boss?” Grego said.

“You still there?”

My mouth curved, slow.

“Book the jet. Tonight. And send me every track of her movements you can find. Then message the others there will be an investigation on my father’s death.”

The elevator doors opened. I stepped into the lobby, phone still pressed to my ear, already three steps ahead everyone in the building.

As I walked out the female staff whispers followed me again down the hallway. Part of me liked the attention. But most of me kept thinking about her.

The woman from the pier. And I will definitely get her for myself.