LucianoI was fucked. It took bravery and courage for a man to admit that. No less, a man like me. But I knew I was fucked. I ducked behind a standing pillar. It was a part of the wall that connected the living room to the bedroom. Raven's bedroom. It fucking irritated the shit out of me that a blissful place like this was blown to bits. It irritated me more that my best friend was behind this. I never in a million years would have expected that betrayal. I never would have predicted that the boy I had eaten from the same plate several times, for over ten years, would grow up into the man who currently sprayed his bullets everywhere while I hid like a fucking coward behind walls.Raven, Athena.. fuck Cara, had taken the only gun we had and while I understood that she did it all out of anger and perhaps love, if I dared to hope, I was without a weapon in a weapon fight. And I would not last long. The only thing I could do right now, would be to wait for Luca to waste his bullets

LucianoI had only been truly afraid twice in my entire life. The first time was when I watched men murder my parents. I was just a boy. Barely five, kicking around the covers my Madre had carefully arranged. I hadn't wanted to go to bed that night. There was this new train track toy padre had gotten and I was so damn antsy to play with it. My mother had forcefully yanked me away from it, scrubbed my face red in the bath despite my whining, yanked a onesie down my head and gave me a sweet kiss right after tucking me in. I had yelled that I didn't want her kisses, I just wanted my train track. And she laughed. So beautifully, turned her head to the side to look at me and told me I was much like my padre. Too damned obsessed with everything.She wasn't wrong. She was never wrong. I should have stayed in bed that night. But I was glad I didn't. I was glad that I had snuck out of my room, tiny feet carrying me down the hallway and freezing in their steps when my eyes took in the sight

LucianoFear was such a shitty feeling. It had this way of clawing at your heart, nicking it so that it bled in the wrong places. Two whole fucking hours and I hadn't seen Raven yet. I hadn't heard a thing either. Not Ater that scream from earlier. Fuck! I didn't know what to think. I didn't even want to. It would be all morbid thoughts and I refused to think or imagine in the slightest that Raven was dead. But that gunshot. Fuck. And that Scream. She better not die. I would not allow it. I would never allow it. As if you could do anything about it, the nagging voice in my head, my only companion in the past two hours, nagged again and I wish it was a real human so I could smack the shit out of it. I was coiled with so much tension. The only way to ease it was to find Raven. "Cara!" I yelled through the forest. This was my fourth time going through the entire damned place and I was either walking in circles or this forest had malicious intent. Perhaps it was because I was faint

Luciano"Easy," I urged Raven as she chugged down the glass of water. With the way she looked, I feared she would break to pieces if she drank too much. Hell I feared she would break if she so much as batted an eyelash. Her eyes were swollen. One of them, the left, had a nasty bruise, huge and purple. It would take days to heal. A pity Damian fell to his death. I would prefer killing him myself. I'd shoot all his limbs off and then watch him scramble around, suffering, in pain and agony. Ah yes. That would be much better to see. He had the guts to lay hands on my woman, he had to be ready for the consequences. He'd battered her to bits! Her hair, her lustrous caramel hair was still soiled. I hadn't wanted anyone else touching her when she was unconscious, afraid that moving her would worsen her situation. Perhaps if by tomorrow she looked a lot less pale and bruised, I'd help her take a bath. But right now, right now, I was fine with her being okay. She sighed, removed the cup from

LucianoI had just left the room, Raven gently asleep when my phone rang.Picking up and checking the caller ID, I answered. "Enzio, what is going on."His voice was strained and hushed, like he was panicking. "Trouble sir, at the headquarters.""What kind of trouble?" I asked, my heart rate increasing."Alfredo Tonali is leading a rebellion sir."* * *I had called for my driver immediately, speeding off to the headquarters.It was simple, I had only one reasonable choice. A show of strength so absolute those bastardo wouldn't have a chance to explain their treachery. After all, they would all be dead men, and dead men tell no tales.The powerful Chevrolet stopped just at the entrance of the mansion, and taking a deep breath, I got out, spotting Enzio outside as he hurried to meet me while strode up the stairs, trying to keep my face as cold and expressionless as possible.I reached the large, wooden doors and was just about to swing them open when I heard a familiar voice call out."