MasukDavid;I push the door to Lucas’s room open slowly.He hasn’t stepped out since he came back, and I'm worried about him. He could be sleeping, but I need to confirm that he’s okay, and then I’d let him rest.I peek into the green-themed heaven and pause when I see Lucas.He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, completely still, elbows on his knees and gaze lost in thought.I step in, and he doesn’t seem to notice me.That’s weird.Lucas always notices, even when he pretends not to.I close the door quietly behind me. The door clicks shut, breaking the silence, and that gets his attention.He looks up at me, and I can see his mind return to the present in real time.“H-Hey.” He greets, and I slip my hands into my back pockets as I walk up to him.“Hey,” I reply as I stop in front of where he’s sitting.For a moment, I don’t say anything else.I just look at him.The way his shoulders are set. The way his jaw is tight… and the way his eyes don’t quite settle on mine before drifting again.
Lucas’s POV;I walk into Elias’s office with the stack of documents in my hand.I could have sent someone to deliver them, but no. I have to do this. By myself. I’ve tried my best to salvage whatever relationship I hoped to have with him, but now I know that Lucas is a mess I can not understand. And if I don’t draw my lines now, someday, he will do something that will hurt me… badly.It’s best I pull away now. And my acceptance now is my first step in doing that. I came to bid farewell in person. He won’t be my brother, so he should just stay a stranger. The door shuts behind me, and the moment Elias looks up, I see excitement in his eyes. Excitement that soon contorts into something else as his eyes take me in properly.His gaze locks onto me, narrowing as it drags over the marks on my skin.Marks I deliberately didn’t make much of an effort to hide.“Lucas…” He greets with a certain stiffness in his voice, but I ignore it. “What the hell is all over you?” He adds, and I almost
Salvatore;Every word. Every tone, every glare. It all replays in my mind in the silence of the room. I stare at the sun ray gently scattered across the table as knots begin to form in my mind. A new kind of fear builds in my heart. Fear, that I do not wish to acknowledge or allow…I look up at David, who is now sitting quietly on the arm of the chair opposite me… The same chair Uncle Aldo was just in.His bright, curious violet eyes are fixed on me as he watches me in silence.He hasn’t said a word since Aldo left, but I can tell he’s thinking. One thing I have learned about David is that his silence is never empty. His mind works in ways and at a speed that can be almost terrifying. It’s something I admire about him. Something I admire and respect,Finally, he lets out a breath and breaks the silence.“Can I ask you something?” He whispers, and I look up at him. I think I know the direction this conversation is about to go, and I’m not sure I’m ready to face it.“You just did,”
David;“Ah, that’s… nice. But there’s no need for that now. This is a private discussion, David.” He replies, and I raise a brow.Sal’s eyes flick to me for a brief second… a brief, unreadable glance, and then he looks back at his uncle. “Oh, no, Uncle. Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of David.” He replies, and I battle in everything to swallow the pride and smile that consumes me at the words. I can tell that catches Aldo off guard, and his eyes widen as he looks back up at me, and I smile at him. Then he looks back at Sal.“I don’t think…” He begins, but Sal cuts him off, like it’s not a topic for discussion.“He’s my assistant,” Sal states with no room for argument, and the look Aldo gives me after that is venomous… hateful.It makes my skin crawl.He looks away from me and carries on, anyway… like he’s trying to reconnect to whatever… act he was putting on just a little while ago.“Then your assistant will understand I’m suggesting something in your best interest
David;“I’ll be back. It’s a quick meeting. I only want to fill him in on what happened at the meeting, and I’ll be back.” Sal’s words repeat in my head as I pace about the room.Uncle Aldo is here.Aldo Morano.I’ve never really had reason to think much about the man before. In fact, I don’t think I ever did.He was never my business.But now? For some reason, my mind has decided to shine floodlights on him.I don’t know what the reason is, but I’m suddenly… disturbed. By him. By the man Sal sees as a father.The few times I’ve seen him, I’ve grown to understand that he’s the kind of man who smiles with his mouth and schemes with his eyes. I know most men in the underworld are like that. I mean… You can’t be an open book and expect to survive, but this man…Something has started to feel off about him.I let out a sigh, knowing better than to doubt my heart.I pull the bedroom door open and begin to march through the house to Sal’s office.Sal may have been gone for just seven minu
Mrs. Lana;Wow! What are these?” Vanessa questions as soon as I set my plate in front of her, and I smile at her. “Egg muffins,” I reply, and she stares up at me with an impressed smile. “You made them in a muffin tray, so the omelettes come out like this?” She questions as she picks one of the muffins up to look at, and I grin as I nod. She’s so bright!I watch as she picks up a slice of toast and starts eating.“David, Mr. Sal and Huby would like this. Did you save some for them??” She then asks while kicking her feet, and my heart falls.I’ve been trying not to think much about them all morning, but I can’t help it. I’m worried out of my mind! “Did they tell you when they’ll be back?” Vanessa asks me again for the hundredth time his morning, and I let out a breath.“No, dear. They didn’t tell me, but I suspect they would be back soon.” I reply, and she nods as she stuffs her mouth with the omelettes she vehemently requested for this morning.I stare at her purple beanie, and I
David;“I mean Dimitri’s spy.”Jamal’s eyes narrow as he glares at me. “That makes no sense. Dimitri is the one who kept trying to help us find the mole that your boss planted in our syndicate. To be honest, he is lucky we’re currently in mourning; otherwise, we would have shown him what happens t
Salvatore;I pull the car to park in front of the house, and as soon as the engine dies down, I see Mrs. Lana running down the steps to us. Why… Does she look so worried??I look back at David, and he returns my gaze with a worried one. Vanessa opens the door and bolts straight to Mrs. Lana.“Mrs
Salvatore;The door opens, and my heart explodes in relief when I see him. In a simple black cotton shirt and brown shorts with messy bed hair. His eyes widen as soon as they take me in, and his face pales. His eyes dance between me and David, who’s behind me. He stays frozen, just staring at us
Mrs. Lana;The sound of machines drilling cause me to rush to the kitchen.I barge in and to my surprise, I find Lucas on a small ladder, fixing up one of the cupboards I’ve been complaining about for ages now.Sal offered to get a handyman to fix it, but I refused. How would I have three able-bodi







