Fated reborn - Chapter 219: Chapter 219

Victor's POV.
The morning air was sharp, crisp against my skin as I stepped out of the car. The estate loomed in front of us, a towering testament to the power Luciano commanded. Guards stood stationed at every entrance, their eyes sharp, their posture rigid with discipline. The weight of their gazes followed our every move, but none dared to speak unless spoken to.
Luciano stepped out behind me, and the shift in the atmosphere was immediate. Heads lowered in reverence, backs straightened. He didn’t need to demand respect; it was given to him without hesitation, without question. He carried himself like the Alpha he was—silent strength, unshakable authority. It wasn’t just about power. It was about dominance, about knowing that no one in his presence could challenge him and win.
"Inside," Luciano murmured, his voice smooth yet commanding.
I nodded once, falling into step beside him as we made our way through the grand entrance. The estate was as pristine as ever, polished marble floors reflecting the golden glow of the chandeliers above. Everything about this place spoke of control, precision. Luciano’s world was built on order, and nothing within these walls fell out of line.
The moment we entered the main hall, a familiar presence approached. Matteo.
“Alpha.” Matteo bowed his head slightly before speaking. “The meeting with D’Angelo has been confirmed. He’ll be arriving in an hour.”
Luciano barely reacted, simply adjusting the cuffs of his tailored suit. “And his entourage?”
“Five men, heavily armed.” Matteo’s eyes flickered toward me for a brief second before returning to Luciano. “I’ve had additional security stationed at every entrance. We’re prepared for any surprises.”
Luciano exhaled through his nose, a sign of approval more than anything. “Good.”
Matteo hesitated. “There’s one more thing.”
Luciano’s gaze flicked to him, sharp, expectant. “Speak.”
“Reports indicate D’Angelo has been moving shipments through the northern sector without permission. We intercepted some of his men last night, but they refused to speak.”
The tension in the room thickened. Luciano’s jaw ticked, his fingers flexing slightly at his side.
“He thinks he can undermine me.” Luciano’s voice was quiet, but there was no mistaking the steel beneath it.
I remained silent, waiting. This wasn’t just about business—it was about dominance, about ensuring that no one even considered stepping out of line without consequences.
Luciano turned to me then, his dark eyes unreadable. “Victor.”
I met his gaze without hesitation. “Alpha.”
“Handle the men we captured. I want answers before D’Angelo arrives.”
A slow smirk curled at the corner of my lips. “Understood.”
Without another word, I turned on my heel, heading toward the lower levels of the estate. The dungeon was where we kept those who needed… convincing. The sound of my footsteps echoed against the stone walls as I made my way down the dimly lit corridor. The scent of blood and sweat hung heavy in the air, a reminder that mercy had no place here.
As I stepped into the holding chamber, the two men we had captured were bound to steel chairs, their heads slumped forward. Bruises marred their faces, but they were still conscious. Good. This would be much more interesting if they could still feel pain.
I cracked my knuckles, stepping closer. “Now, let’s have a little chat.”
The one on the left lifted his head, blood trickling from his split lip. He tried to glare, but there was fear behind his eyes. They always tried to be brave at first. It never lasted.
“You’ll talk,” I assured him, my voice low, promising. “One way or another.”
The next hour passed in a blur of pain and silence breaking. By the time I was done, I had exactly what I needed. I wiped the blood from my hands with a cloth, turning to Matteo, who had been waiting by the door.
“They were smuggling more than just weapons,” I informed him, my voice steady. “Drugs. And they weren’t just moving through our territory—they were distributing without tribute.”
Matteo’s expression darkened. “D’Angelo knew better.”
“He did,” I agreed, tossing the cloth aside. “Which means he thinks he can get away with it.”
Luciano would ensure that wasn’t the case.
Without another word, we made our way back upstairs. When I stepped into Luciano’s office, he was already waiting, standing by the window, his back to me. He didn’t turn as I approached, but he didn’t need to. He knew I was there.
“Speak.”
I laid out the details, every word deliberate. When I finished, silence stretched between us. Finally, Luciano turned, his expression unreadable but his energy unmistakable. Controlled. Deadly.
“D’Angelo has made a mistake,” he said, his voice calm but carrying the weight of something dangerous. “And now, he will learn what it means to betray an Alpha.”
A slow, cold smile spread across my lips. “Shall we prepare for his arrival?”
Luciano’s gaze met mine, and there was no hesitation in his answer.
“Yes.”
Because in this world, power wasn’t just taken. It was maintained. And anyone who forgot that would be reminded—mercilessly.
Luciano stepped away from the window and picked up his phone. “Increase security at the perimeter. I don’t want any surprises.”
Matteo nodded and disappeared to carry out the order.
Luciano turned to me. “We’ll meet D’Angelo in the private lounge. Keep your weapon ready, but don’t act unless I say so.”
I inclined my head. “Understood.”
As the clock neared the meeting time, the air grew heavy with anticipation. D’Angelo was about to face the wrath of the Alpha, and I had no doubt he would regret every choice that had led him here.