LOGINThe next morning Luca woke up to the burning gaze of Damian who sat a few feet away from the bed on a chair that definitely wasn't there yesterday.
"Are you watching me sleep?" Luca asked, his words a gentle slur.
"What does it look like?" Damian replied, his voice dry as he responded.
Luca didn't know how to respond, He was still a little asleep to be truthful but he forced himself off the bed and walked to the window, the sunlight bathed his face and for the first time he was able to see it, the city this building overlooked in all it's tainted beauty.
"Beautiful." The words escaped his mouth before he could think and he immediately regretted it.
"You'll get tired of it." Damian said coldly as he placed a grey suit on the bed.
"You're heading out?"
"We." He corrected as he turned his back and went back into what Luca assumed was his closet, He followed him and was immediately blown away by the size of the space, Closet wouldn't do justice to the space he found himself in as it had more similarities with a Louis Vuitton Store.
"Isn't this a little overkill?"
"More will always be better than less. Pick an outfit and get ready, we leave in an hour." Damian stated then stomped out of the closet leaving Luca alone to wander the racks and sections of tailored designer suites.
After wandering for about ten minutes Luca finally picked out a black silk shirt with blood red rose patterns and grey khakis with faint red lines running from top to bottom. He took the clothes out of the closet and placed them on the bed, he noticed that the clothes Damian had placed were no longer there so it probably meant he had already gotten dressed and was now waiting for him.
He let out a defeated sigh as he picked up the towel and toothbrush that had been left for him and walked into the shower.
Luca stood in front of the collosal mirror, his eyes locked on his reflection as he wore the clothes he had picked out but even though it seemed like he was in the present every single piece of his attention was fixated on the collar that branded him like a dog, His hands and legs may have not been locked in shackles but in his mind, he was a prisoner, a prisoner to a man who could change his mind at any moment and put a bullet through his skull, A shiver ran through him as he thought of his bloody body at Damians feet but it was nothing in comparison to the shiver he felt when the events of last night flooded his mind, Every thrust, every sound they made, passionate, raw, burning hotter than the sun's surface with every touch and now he felt dirty, like he was covered in filth that wouldn't wash away no matter how many showers he took. The more he thought about the more the disgusted he felt with himself, Damian had used him, fucked him like he owned him and he did nothing but take it and moan like a fucked up whore….
“You must be thinking about me,” Damian's voice suddenly broke him out of his trance and tossed him back into reality and only then did he see the look of pure disgust and anger that burned in his eyes.
“You flatter yourself,” Luca lied as he turned to face him, Damian looked at him for a second then his eyes went down to his feet and up to his head, Luca suddenly felt naked at the mere gaze of this man, he hated it but for some reason he liked the look of desire in Damian's blue eyes.
“Wow.” He thought to himself. Damian took three step forward and now he was face to face with Luca, He was a little taller but by just leaning down a little bit they were at eye level, He brought his face close to Luca's ear and his lips brushed against Luca's lobe sending an unexplainable amount of shock and pleasure through his body then he whispered “Get your ass downstairs, we leave in 15.” and with those words he left the room and Luca was once alone left with his thoughts and a painfully hardened dick.
He let out a pained sigh at his own weakness before straightening up and walking out of the bedroom.
As his feet touched the final step that led into the room where Damian was waiting for him a sweet smell immediately filled his nostrils, he breathed it in, enjoying it immensely as he walked into what was supposed to be a dinning but had more in common with a conference room with the number of chairs that surrounded the long table, Damian sat at the head of the table, scrolling through a tablet that was placed on the table and not even paying the slightest bit of attention to Luca who had taken a seat at the far end of the table. The help brought over a plate of scrambled eggs, toast and a cup of orange juice and placed it in front of Luca then gave a respectful bow and walked back to a corner where she stood still like a statue. Luca looked closely at her and realized that she didn't look as scared as the first time he had seen her, now she looked a lot more comfortable and a lot less scared of the man who bit into toast like he had no problem in the world.
“Where are we going?” Luca finally asked a question that had been burning in his mind, Damian raised his head and looked at him for and unbearable few seconds before responding.
“You'll see.” He said calmly then refocused his attention on the tablet.
“That's not an answer to my question,” Luca hissed.
“True. But it's the one you're gonna get, So eat.” Damian said with a tone that made it perfectly clear to Luca where he stood, He might have a seat at the table but it didn't belong to him.
Luca's POVWe're halfway to the garage when every screen in the mansion lights up simultaneously. The television in the hallway. The security monitors. Even the digital displays on the thermostats. All showing the same image.Matteo's face."Wait," I tell Damian, stopping in my tracks. "He's not done."Damian curses under his breath but stops. We stand in the hallway, staring at the nearest screen. My brother looks directly at the camera, like he can see us standing here."Luca," he says, and my name in his voice makes my chest tight. "I know you're watching. I know you're planning to rush to that warehouse with Damian. Don't. I'm not there anymore. But I am here.""Here?" I repeat. "What does that mean?""I mean I'm closer than you think, little brother. I've been close this whole time. Watching. Waiting. Making sure you're okay."My hands are shaking. I press them against my thighs to steady them. "If you've been close, why didn't you just talk to me? Why all the games?""Because Da
Damian's POV"No."That's all I can say. Just that one word, repeated over and over as Luca shows me the enhanced footage."No. No. This isn't real. This can't be real."But the image on the screen doesn't change. Matteo's face. Clear as day. Alive. Smiling that dark, knowing smile."Damian, look at it," Luca insists, his voice desperate. "It's him. The facial recognition confirms it. It's Matteo.""It's not possible." My voice sounds strange to my own ears. Hollow. "I was there, Luca. I held him as he died. I felt his last breath. I watched the light leave his eyes.""Then explain this." Luca taps the screen. "Explain how my brother is walking around your mansion five years after you say he died."I can't. My mind is fracturing, trying to reconcile what I know with what I'm seeing. The memories are so vivid. Matteo's blood on my hands. His weight in my arms. The way he whispered my name one last time before the silence claimed him. That was real. It had to be real."It's a trick," I
Luca's POVI can't sleep. Can't eat. Can't think about anything except that figure in the shadows.It's been six hours since Jin saw the message on the window. Six hours of my mind spinning in circles, trying to make sense of the impossible. Matteo is dead. I saw his body. I went to the autopsy. I watched them close the casket.Didn't I?The memory feels distant now, fuzzy around the edges. I remember being in a cold room. I remember crying. I remember someone pulling a sheet back to show me a face. But was it really Matteo's face? Or was I so destroyed by grief that I saw what I expected to see?"You need to rest," Damian says from the doorway of the security room. He's been checking on me every hour, worried I'm losing my grip on reality.Maybe I am."I can't rest," I tell him, eyes fixed on the screen. "Not until I know the truth."I've been watching the conference room footage on loop. Frame by frame. Second by second. The shadow appears at 8:46:47 PM. It moves through the backgro
Narrator's POVThe conference room has transformed into a battlefield. Broken glass litters the floor. Bullet holes puncture the walls. The smell of gunpowder and blood hangs heavy in the air. And in the center of it all, six men stand in a circle, guns drawn, each pointed at another.Jin's weapon aims at Greg. Greg's aims at Carlos. Carlos targets Lucas. Lucas points at Jin. And Damian stands in the middle, his gun sweeping between all of them, while Luca covers his back. No one moves. No one blinks. One wrong twitch and this room becomes a massacre."Everybody needs to calm down," Damian says, his voice steady despite the chaos. "Lower your weapons. Slowly.""Why should we?" Greg demands, his Russian accent thicker with stress. "One of us is killer. One of us murdered Marco in cold blood.""And it could be you," Jin snaps back. "You've been acting strange for weeks. Nervous. Jumpy.""I am jumpy because people keep dying!""Enough!" Damian's voice cracks like a whip. "This is exactly
Damian's POVThe conference room is silent except for the hum of the air conditioning. Six men sit around the polished mahogany table, each one representing a vital piece of my organization. Each one potentially a traitor.Jin Park handles my operations in Chinatown. Marco Sullivan manages the waterfront shipments. Julius Franklin oversees the casinos. Lucas Brennan runs weapons distribution. Greg Volkov controls my Eastern European connections. Carlos Torres, my head of security, sits closest to the door.I've known these men for years. Trusted them with my life, my secrets, my empire. But trust is a luxury I can no longer afford."Thank you for coming on such short notice," I begin, standing at the head of the table. Luca is positioned behind me, armed and alert. Don stands by the window, watching everything."Cut the pleasantries, Damian," Jin says, leaning back in his chair. "We all know why we're here. You think one of us is working with Orion.""Not think. Know." I place my hand
Luca's POVI don't sleep. How can I? Every time I close my eyes, I see that video. Matteo falling. The muzzle flash. Damian's silhouette holding the gun. By the time dawn breaks, I've made a decision.I find Damian in his office. He hasn't slept either. His shirt is wrinkled, his hair disheveled. There's a half-empty bottle of whiskey on his desk that wasn't there last night."We need to talk," I say.He looks up, and I see the exhaustion in his eyes. The weight of everything bearing down on him. "I'm listening."I close the door behind me and take a seat across from him. The gun is tucked into my waistband, a constant reminder of how close I came to using it."I have a proposal," I begin. "Something that will settle this once and for all.""I'm not taking a polygraph. Those things are unreliable.""Not a polygraph. Truth serum."Damian's eyebrows rise. "Sodium pentothal?""Yes. You submit to questioning under the influence. Answer every question I ask. No filters. No lies. Just pure,




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