Don's Of Lucado Obsessions : Nickolai's Mania

Nickolai’s PovIt’s been three years since I took over the Lucardo’s family business. After coming back from the States, my father sees this as an opportunity to retire earlier and hand over the family business to me to oversee every fraction of our business. He wants to spend a long-time vacation with my mother. To a layman, the Lucado owns most of the top hotels, clubs, bars, and Classic restaurants across every city in Italy, but these businesses are merely cover-ups for our mafia business.The Lucado mafia businesses are involved in arms and drug dealings, treasure and gold trades, arts and artifacts auctions, and money laundering. Over the year, we have held a great reputation as the most powerful, feared and richest mafia family to ever exist in Italy. No one has ever been able to beat our business connections. Occasionally, there are rivals and sworn enemies but they are just too scared to attack because they can never escape our watchful eyes. Everything about us instills fear

Nickolai’s Pov Martini Cartel, Rome Italy. The heavy aura of death filled the room, the wall painted with blood stains. The metallic scent of blood clung to the air like smoke. The atmosphere of the room perfectly suits my mood. I reach into my suit pocket for my lighter. I lit the cigar and took a smoke, diving into the euphoric feeling as I watched the massacre before me. it’s been a while since I had so much excitement thanks to Dario Martini and his gang members, they dare to skim profit off my operations. Even though Dario is known for his promiscuity and addiction to drugs, he always handles every operation well and leaves behind no trace. A few months ago, I got a report of imbalance sales and profits. I decided to put a kin eye on every gang handling my operation. And here we are, getting rid of the thief. Everyone knows how well I despise betrayal and theft. To think anyone would have the audacity to go behind me and dare to steal from me. They certainly wish for

Umar’s PovTop floor of Medusa’s Lair, Mexico City, MexicoI smashed the bottle of whisky after drinking my fill. Lately, I have been high, sniffing, and taking in every drug just to calm my anxiety. I have lost my sanity to the pleasure of drugs. The last time I was sober was when Jace was here. It's been months since I lost Jace, my most precious jade. I thought I had everything in control, but turns out I was wrong. Never knew his absence would have this effect. I’m on the verge of going insane. I cling to every memory we had. When I realize, I am starting to lose my grasp over his memories, I can only cling to the illustrations created by drug influence. I never expected the Balsamo's mission to go wrong, nor did I think I was ever going to lose Jace. The Balsamo's mission was the beginning of misfortunes.The mission had cost the organization a great deal, including the loss of men and resources. We also couldn't get the major weapon we sought. Losing men isn't news to me; after a

Nickolai’s POV The sight before me ignites something primal. Jace, flushed, trembling. Umar, inches from him, his hand still hovering near his skin. For a heartbeat, silence. The three of us were frozen in the thick air. Then my smile spreads, slow and sharp, like the pull of a trigger. “Well,” I murmur, voice smooth as silk laced with venom. “What do we have here?” Umar spins, his stance defensive, his glare locked on me. “Get away from him,” he spits. I laugh, low and dangerous. The sound makes Jace flinch. “From him?” My gaze drifts to Jace, my Jace, who looks like a deer caught between two predators. I step inside, the door slamming shut behind me. “You’re standing much too close to what belongs to me.” Umar bristles. “He doesn’t belong to you.” My eyes narrow. “Everything about him belongs to me. His smile. His fear. His breath.” My hand tilts Jace’s chin toward me. His lips part with a shaky gasp. “Even this.” Umar lunges. My men outside pound on the door instantly, b