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Victor’s POV.
The moment D'Angelo and his men disappeared behind those doors, the weight in the room shifted, but the tension didn't ease. It never really did in our world.
I watched Luciano, the way his fingers drummed once against the desk before stilling, the way his shoulders set just a little tighter. To anyone else, he was composed, controlled. But I knew better. Knew that under that carefully crafted calm was a storm still brewing.
“He’s gonna try something,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair.
Luciano smirked, barely turning his head. “Of course he is.” he said
I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. “And when he does?” i paused.
Luciano turned fully now, his dark eyes meeting mine, unreadable but sharp enough to cut through steel. “We handle it.” he said full of courage.
Simple. Efficient. But I knew what he really meant. When D’Angelo made his move—and he would—there wouldn’t be a conversation next time. There wouldn’t be negotiations or warnings. There would only be blood.
Matteo stepped forward, rolling his shoulders like he could physically shake off the tension still clinging to the air. “We want eyes on him 24/7? Or just enough to let him know we’re watching?”
Luciano leaned back against the desk, arms crossed, considering. “Let him think he’s got space. Let him believe he still has a choice. Then, when he takes it…” he paused and his smirk returned, dark and knowing. “We remind him of the consequences.” he added, grinning.
Matteo chuckled lowly, nodding. “He won’t like that.” he said
Luciano lifted a brow. “That’s the point.” luciano said
I pushed off the wall, pacing a little. My blood was still running too hot from the confrontation, and I needed a distraction before I did something reckless. “I’ll make the calls,” I said, glancing at Luciano. “Make sure his operation is monitored. Any shifts in behavior, I want to know first” i added.
Luciano nodded, then turned his attention back out the window, like he was already five steps ahead in this game we were playing.
Matteo clapped a hand on my shoulder as he passed. “Try not to break anything while you’re at it.” he said.
I smirked. “No promises.”
He laughed, shaking his head as he disappeared through the door, leaving just me and Luciano in the quiet.
I studied him for a moment, the way his jaw was set, the slight crease in his brow that only showed up when he was thinking a little too hard. “What are you really planning?” I asked, because I knew him, knew there was always more than what he said out loud.
He sighed, rolling his shoulders before finally looking at me. “D’Angelo isn’t our biggest problem,” he admitted. “He’s a symptom. A warning.” he added
I frowned. “A warning for what?” i asked.
Luciano’s lips pressed together for a moment before he finally answered. “Someone’s testing us. Seeing how far they can push before we push back.” Alpha luciano said with an unreadable expression.
My pulse ticked up. “You think it’s bigger than just a power grab?” i said with a questioning tone, looking at his eyes directly.
He nodded once. “I think it’s about more than just territory.” he said, rubbing his chin
The implications sat heavy between us. We’d dealt with traitors before, with enemies who thought they could take a piece of what we built. But this… if Luciano was right, if this was just the beginning… then the storm coming was bigger than any of us had anticipated.
I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down my face. “So what’s the move?” i asked.
Luciano’s smirk returned, slow and deadly. “We do what we do best.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “And what’s that?”
He pushed off the desk, straightening his suit like this was just another day at the office. “We remind them why they should fear us.” he said grinning.
A thrill ran through me at the words, at the certainty in them. Because that was the difference between us and the men who thought they could take what we had. We weren’t just businessmen. We weren’t just players in this game.
We were the ones who decided how it ended.
I grinned, feeling the energy shift again, feeling the anticipation coil tight in my chest. “Then let’s get started.” i said
I turned to leave, ready to set things in motion, when Luciano’s voice stopped me in my tracks.
“Victor,” he called, his tone lighter now, almost amused.
I glanced over my shoulder. “Yeah?”
His smirk deepened. “Try not to enjoy it too much.” he said.
I laughed, shaking my head. “No promises.”
As I stepped into the hallway, the cold air biting at my skin, I felt it—the beginning of something bigger. Something dangerous.
And damn if I wasn’t ready for it.
The night stretched long, but none of us slept. Calls were made, meetings set, lines drawn. Matteo had already set the first layer in motion, sending word to our men, making sure every move D’Angelo made was under our eye.
By the time the sun cracked the horizon, I was standing in the main room again, watching as Luciano poured himself a glass of whiskey like he hadn't just spent the last six hours making sure our enemies knew exactly who they were dealing with.
He caught my gaze, raised the glass slightly before taking a sip.
"It's gonna be a long few weeks," I muttered, dragging a hand down my face.
Luciano smirked, setting the glass down. "Then let's make them count." He said.
And just like that, the war began.
The moment D'Angelo and his men disappeared behind those doors, the weight in the room shifted, but the tension didn't ease. It never really did in our world.
I watched Luciano, the way his fingers drummed once against the desk before stilling, the way his shoulders set just a little tighter. To anyone else, he was composed, controlled. But I knew better. Knew that under that carefully crafted calm was a storm still brewing.
“He’s gonna try something,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair.
Luciano smirked, barely turning his head. “Of course he is.” he said
I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. “And when he does?” i paused.
Luciano turned fully now, his dark eyes meeting mine, unreadable but sharp enough to cut through steel. “We handle it.” he said full of courage.
Simple. Efficient. But I knew what he really meant. When D’Angelo made his move—and he would—there wouldn’t be a conversation next time. There wouldn’t be negotiations or warnings. There would only be blood.
Matteo stepped forward, rolling his shoulders like he could physically shake off the tension still clinging to the air. “We want eyes on him 24/7? Or just enough to let him know we’re watching?”
Luciano leaned back against the desk, arms crossed, considering. “Let him think he’s got space. Let him believe he still has a choice. Then, when he takes it…” he paused and his smirk returned, dark and knowing. “We remind him of the consequences.” he added, grinning.
Matteo chuckled lowly, nodding. “He won’t like that.” he said
Luciano lifted a brow. “That’s the point.” luciano said
I pushed off the wall, pacing a little. My blood was still running too hot from the confrontation, and I needed a distraction before I did something reckless. “I’ll make the calls,” I said, glancing at Luciano. “Make sure his operation is monitored. Any shifts in behavior, I want to know first” i added.
Luciano nodded, then turned his attention back out the window, like he was already five steps ahead in this game we were playing.
Matteo clapped a hand on my shoulder as he passed. “Try not to break anything while you’re at it.” he said.
I smirked. “No promises.”
He laughed, shaking his head as he disappeared through the door, leaving just me and Luciano in the quiet.
I studied him for a moment, the way his jaw was set, the slight crease in his brow that only showed up when he was thinking a little too hard. “What are you really planning?” I asked, because I knew him, knew there was always more than what he said out loud.
He sighed, rolling his shoulders before finally looking at me. “D’Angelo isn’t our biggest problem,” he admitted. “He’s a symptom. A warning.” he added
I frowned. “A warning for what?” i asked.
Luciano’s lips pressed together for a moment before he finally answered. “Someone’s testing us. Seeing how far they can push before we push back.” Alpha luciano said with an unreadable expression.
My pulse ticked up. “You think it’s bigger than just a power grab?” i said with a questioning tone, looking at his eyes directly.
He nodded once. “I think it’s about more than just territory.” he said, rubbing his chin
The implications sat heavy between us. We’d dealt with traitors before, with enemies who thought they could take a piece of what we built. But this… if Luciano was right, if this was just the beginning… then the storm coming was bigger than any of us had anticipated.
I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down my face. “So what’s the move?” i asked.
Luciano’s smirk returned, slow and deadly. “We do what we do best.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “And what’s that?”
He pushed off the desk, straightening his suit like this was just another day at the office. “We remind them why they should fear us.” he said grinning.
A thrill ran through me at the words, at the certainty in them. Because that was the difference between us and the men who thought they could take what we had. We weren’t just businessmen. We weren’t just players in this game.
We were the ones who decided how it ended.
I grinned, feeling the energy shift again, feeling the anticipation coil tight in my chest. “Then let’s get started.” i said
I turned to leave, ready to set things in motion, when Luciano’s voice stopped me in my tracks.
“Victor,” he called, his tone lighter now, almost amused.
I glanced over my shoulder. “Yeah?”
His smirk deepened. “Try not to enjoy it too much.” he said.
I laughed, shaking my head. “No promises.”
As I stepped into the hallway, the cold air biting at my skin, I felt it—the beginning of something bigger. Something dangerous.
And damn if I wasn’t ready for it.
The night stretched long, but none of us slept. Calls were made, meetings set, lines drawn. Matteo had already set the first layer in motion, sending word to our men, making sure every move D’Angelo made was under our eye.
By the time the sun cracked the horizon, I was standing in the main room again, watching as Luciano poured himself a glass of whiskey like he hadn't just spent the last six hours making sure our enemies knew exactly who they were dealing with.
He caught my gaze, raised the glass slightly before taking a sip.
"It's gonna be a long few weeks," I muttered, dragging a hand down my face.
Luciano smirked, setting the glass down. "Then let's make them count." He said.
And just like that, the war began.
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