STOLEN GLANCES

ADRIEN`S POV

“Calm down Mi hijo, shouting won’t help just do your best and our egg will come out untouched” he said as he smiled and patted my shoulder again

“Take your hands off me” I said as I shrugged his hands off me

“See you at dinner son” he said as he left

“BANG!!!” I slammed my hand on the desk, I was going to be a puppet for him, like an object for sale oh god this is just funny

“Young master are you there” it must be the documents, I must have been too lost in thoughts that I did not even hear him knock

“Come in” I said as I walked to the window for some fresh air “drop it on the desk” I instructed the guard

After he left I strode slowly to the desk and picked up the first file, boldly written on it was the name SANTORO.

 Who the hell were they? And what did they do to make dad so angry for Christ’s sake and so like the say curiosity kills the cat I decided to become a cat and opened the file and saw a familiar face, I wouldn’t say familiar because I knew very who he was not only as an enemy but because I once did something to him that I’m sure he’ll never forget, he was the carefree but untouchable boy I envied. The file said he became the only heir after his brother’s death a month ago,

“that’s  sad” I said to myself I said to myself, if he saw me he was definitely going to remember what I did, well that wasn’t my business, he couldn’t touch me, he wouldn’t dare .I kept it aside and picked up the information on what the meeting was going to be about and sat down to get to work, I have to protect Isabella no matter what.

LUCIAN’S POV

Today was the d-day, it was the day my father formally introduced me into the mafia world, I was so anxious even do I memorized everything and knew all I needed to know, I knew all the people that were going to be in attendance including my target Adrien Montrega I have done all my home work on him and I know he is more experienced than I am and I’m ready to face him yet my palms won’t just fucking stop sweating no matter how much I wipe it

“Mi figilo, you’re not going to die stop being so anxious, it’s just a meeting” my father’s voice cut through my thoughts

“I know but I don’t want to disappoint you papino” I said as I descended the stairs, he was dressed in a black suit with a red tie the suit fit him perfectly, well it was tailored just for him. His height complimented the suit as well as his shoes did, his forest green and pointed nose made him look more handsome. My father was almost sixty yet he looked like someone in his mid forties, I was told I got my striking looks from him while others say it`s from my mother well I believe it’s from him, because he basically raised me I only have a faint memory of my mother since she left when I was ten but I’m sure I look nothing like her, I hope so because I wouldn’t want to be a replica of someone who abandoned me.

“Why are you just staring we’ll be late come on let’s go” he said to me as he turned and started walking towards the door I just followed behind him.

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“We`ve arrived” we were informed by the driver, the whole drive was hectic my palms stopped sweating but my heart kept on beating continuously

“Son I have faith in you, you can do it” my father said as he placed his hands on my shoulder

“I won’t disappoint you” I replied with an assuring look

“I know you won’t” he said as we got out from the car that was already opened for us by our body guards

“Shall we” he asked as we stood before a magnificent building, looking at it alone will tell you it was full of dangerous people, it had a wolf’s mark boldly drawn on it, what the fuck!!! that was just sick I thought to myself as we neared the entrance

“Stop staring sir” Morales brought me back, was I really staring?

“Ok I will but tell me one thing did Antonio ever come here?”  I asked

“He did, and that to a lot of times” he responded with a look I couldn’t explain it was a mixture of pain and sadness I couldn’t blame him Antonio was a very likeable person, oh how I missed him. Looking at this building made me rethink my decision on becoming a mafia, was I really ready? well it was to late to turn back and just then the door to the magnificent building opened announcing our arrival

“Look who we have here if it isn’t Roberto Santoro, you finally decided to come ugh? You’ve got no regard for time and you claim you can handle the arms deal effectively” a voice said as we entered it was none other than Victor Montrega I recognized his face from the file I was told to study and beside him was none other than my target Adrien Montrega

“Isn’t that to much to say for a greeting, come on Victor let’s not make a scene here most especially not in front of the kids” he said as he moved for everyone present to see, whispers erupted, I knew they were enemies but I didn’t know it was this deep, gosh

“This is my son Lucian Santoro” he said as we sat down opposite the Montrega’s

I couldn’t take my eyes off him ever since I walked in, there was something about him aside from the fact I`ve seen him somewhere and I couldn’t quite place my finger on what it was. He wasn’t tall like me but you could say he was tall, he had hazel eyes that complimented his complexion, his hair was neatly cut and was dirty blonde in color, he had a masculine and feminine type of jaw line, his nose wasn’t exactly pointed, his eyebrows were perfectly carved and his eyelashes fit his face features. He wore casual clothes, which seemed off for a mafia heir to wear, he wore a light weighted silver chain bearing the initial ‘I’ on it, maybe it was for his girlfriend or someone close to him, he only pierced one ear, which gave him a don’t mess with me vibe, he didn’t have any more piercings visible to the eye, yet, he looked handsome, shit what was wrong with me he was an enemy. I knew that something in me shifted the moment I saw him and there was no explanation, but I knew I saw him someone for sure.

Fuck I remember where I saw him, it was……….