Fated reborn - Chapter 223: Chapter 223
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Victor's Pov.
We entered the private road, the trees on either side standing tall, their branches swaying slightly in the breeze. The ride was quiet for a few minutes, both of us lost in thought.
Then Luciano broke the silence. "It’s weird, isn’t it?"
I glanced at him. "What is?"
"This. No war, no threats. Just… peace," he said, his voice calm but thoughtful.
I exhaled, keeping my eyes on the road. "Yeah. Feels too quiet."
Luciano smirked, looking out the window. "We’ve spent too many years fighting. Maybe we don’t know what to do when things settle."
I considered that for a moment. He wasn’t wrong. We had been at war for so long, constantly watching our backs, planning, strategizing. Now that everything was handled, there was this strange emptiness—like we were waiting for the next fight, even though there wasn’t one.
"Maybe," I admitted. "But I’ll take it. We earned this."
Luciano leaned his head back against the seat. "Damn right we did."
We drove in comfortable silence, the only sound being the hum of the engine and the occasional rustling of trees in the wind.
The city wasn’t far now. The buildings came into view, tall and modern, standing as a reminder of everything we had built. This was our empire. Our legacy. And for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t thinking about defending it—I was just ready to live in it.
The drive didn’t take long, and soon we were pulling up to our headquarters. The building stood tall, a symbol of power and control.
I parked the car and cut the engine. Luciano stretched slightly before stepping out, adjusting his suit as he did.
We made our way inside, and as soon as we entered, our men greeted us with respectful nods. The air was different here—sharp, focused. This was where decisions were made, where power moved.
Luciano and I walked through the hallways, heading toward his office. As soon as we stepped inside, I let out a breath and sat on the couch, while Luciano moved to his desk, already scanning through the paperwork left for him.
A knock came at the door moments later.
"Come in," Luciano called without looking up.
The door opened, and Matteo stepped inside.
"Everything’s in order at the pack house," he reported.
Luciano nodded. "Good. Anything else?"
Matteo hesitated for a moment. "There’s been movement from one of D’Angelo’s former men. Nothing too concerning yet, but I thought you’d want to know."
Luciano exchanged a glance with me before nodding. "Keep an eye on it. If anything changes, I want to know immediately."
"Understood," Matteo said, giving a small nod before stepping out of the office.
Luciano sighed, rubbing his temples. "And just like that, the quiet doesn’t last."
I smirked. "You expected anything else?"
He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Not really."
I stretched, standing up from the couch. "Well, if we’re gonna deal with whatever’s coming next, I’m getting coffee first."
Luciano waved a hand. "Go. And get me one too."
I rolled my eyes but left the office, heading toward the break room. The moment I stepped in, I felt the tension that always existed here—the quiet buzz of men who knew they were at the top of the food chain but never let their guard down.
Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I let my mind wander for a moment. The past few months had been a rollercoaster, but now, things were different. We had control. We had stability.
But peace never lasted long in our world.
Something was coming. I could feel it.
And when it did, we’d be ready.
I took a sip of my coffee, letting the warmth seep through me, the slight bitterness grounding me in the moment. The tension in the room never really left, but I had learned to live with it.
Before I could take another sip, the sound of heels clicking against the floor caught my attention. I turned just as Clara walked in, her expression sharp and focused, a tablet in hand. She didn’t waste time with pleasantries.
“There’s a lot of meetings today,” she said, her voice brisk.
I sighed, already dreading the day ahead. “How many?”
“Too many,” she said with a small smirk, handing me a list. “You and Luciano have back-to-back meetings with the finance team, the security council, and the expansion division. Oh, and a call with the East Coast partners in between.”
I groaned. “Of course. Can’t have one peaceful day, can we?”
She gave me a knowing look. “You should know better by now.”
With that, she turned and walked off, likely heading back to organize the madness she had just dumped on us.
I took a deep breath, grabbed Luciano’s coffee, and made my way back to his office. As soon as I walked in, I tossed the list onto his desk. “Your favorite thing—meetings.”
He looked up from the papers he was signing and gave me a deadpan look. “How bad?”
“Bad.”
He sighed, running a hand down his face before taking the coffee from me. “Let’s get this over with.”
We left the office and headed toward the elevator, the weight of responsibility pressing down on us as usual. The ride down was silent, both of us mentally preparing for the long day ahead.
The first meeting was with the finance team. They went over quarterly earnings, projections, and investments. I could barely keep my eyes open, but Luciano was sharp as ever, cutting through the numbers like a blade.
Then came the security council. They reviewed everything from internal security to outside threats. Matteo gave a detailed report on potential risks, but thankfully, there was nothing urgent. For now.
Next, we sat through a grueling expansion division briefing. Plans for new business ventures, infrastructure, and overseas opportunities were laid out in exhausting detail. By the end of it, my head was pounding.
Just when I thought we’d have a break, Clara reminded us about the East Coast call. Luciano and I exchanged a look of mutual suffering before stepping into the conference room.
The call was just as draining as the meetings—an hour-long discussion filled with negotiation, strategic planning, and reassurances that we were still in control. By the time it ended, I was ready to collapse.
Luciano leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. “That was hell.”
I exhaled, stretching my arms. “And it’s not even lunch yet.”
He let out a dry chuckle. “Remind me why we wanted this life?”
I smirked. “Because we’re too damn good at it.”
He shook his head but didn’t argue. He knew it was true.
We stepped out of the conference room and made our way back to his office. The moment we got inside, I collapsed onto the couch, letting out a long sigh.
Luciano sat at his desk, flipping through some documents. “We should probably go over the final contracts before the next meeting.”
I waved a lazy hand. “Give me five minutes to pretend I’m not drowning in responsibilities.”
He smirked. “Fine. Five minutes.”
Silence settled between us, a rare, fleeting moment of stillness. I let my head rest against the couch, my mind drifting. The meetings were endless, the responsibilities suffocating, but at the end of the day, this was what we had built. This was our empire.
And no matter how exhausting it got, we weren’t going anywhere.
We entered the private road, the trees on either side standing tall, their branches swaying slightly in the breeze. The ride was quiet for a few minutes, both of us lost in thought.
Then Luciano broke the silence. "It’s weird, isn’t it?"
I glanced at him. "What is?"
"This. No war, no threats. Just… peace," he said, his voice calm but thoughtful.
I exhaled, keeping my eyes on the road. "Yeah. Feels too quiet."
Luciano smirked, looking out the window. "We’ve spent too many years fighting. Maybe we don’t know what to do when things settle."
I considered that for a moment. He wasn’t wrong. We had been at war for so long, constantly watching our backs, planning, strategizing. Now that everything was handled, there was this strange emptiness—like we were waiting for the next fight, even though there wasn’t one.
"Maybe," I admitted. "But I’ll take it. We earned this."
Luciano leaned his head back against the seat. "Damn right we did."
We drove in comfortable silence, the only sound being the hum of the engine and the occasional rustling of trees in the wind.
The city wasn’t far now. The buildings came into view, tall and modern, standing as a reminder of everything we had built. This was our empire. Our legacy. And for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t thinking about defending it—I was just ready to live in it.
The drive didn’t take long, and soon we were pulling up to our headquarters. The building stood tall, a symbol of power and control.
I parked the car and cut the engine. Luciano stretched slightly before stepping out, adjusting his suit as he did.
We made our way inside, and as soon as we entered, our men greeted us with respectful nods. The air was different here—sharp, focused. This was where decisions were made, where power moved.
Luciano and I walked through the hallways, heading toward his office. As soon as we stepped inside, I let out a breath and sat on the couch, while Luciano moved to his desk, already scanning through the paperwork left for him.
A knock came at the door moments later.
"Come in," Luciano called without looking up.
The door opened, and Matteo stepped inside.
"Everything’s in order at the pack house," he reported.
Luciano nodded. "Good. Anything else?"
Matteo hesitated for a moment. "There’s been movement from one of D’Angelo’s former men. Nothing too concerning yet, but I thought you’d want to know."
Luciano exchanged a glance with me before nodding. "Keep an eye on it. If anything changes, I want to know immediately."
"Understood," Matteo said, giving a small nod before stepping out of the office.
Luciano sighed, rubbing his temples. "And just like that, the quiet doesn’t last."
I smirked. "You expected anything else?"
He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Not really."
I stretched, standing up from the couch. "Well, if we’re gonna deal with whatever’s coming next, I’m getting coffee first."
Luciano waved a hand. "Go. And get me one too."
I rolled my eyes but left the office, heading toward the break room. The moment I stepped in, I felt the tension that always existed here—the quiet buzz of men who knew they were at the top of the food chain but never let their guard down.
Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I let my mind wander for a moment. The past few months had been a rollercoaster, but now, things were different. We had control. We had stability.
But peace never lasted long in our world.
Something was coming. I could feel it.
And when it did, we’d be ready.
I took a sip of my coffee, letting the warmth seep through me, the slight bitterness grounding me in the moment. The tension in the room never really left, but I had learned to live with it.
Before I could take another sip, the sound of heels clicking against the floor caught my attention. I turned just as Clara walked in, her expression sharp and focused, a tablet in hand. She didn’t waste time with pleasantries.
“There’s a lot of meetings today,” she said, her voice brisk.
I sighed, already dreading the day ahead. “How many?”
“Too many,” she said with a small smirk, handing me a list. “You and Luciano have back-to-back meetings with the finance team, the security council, and the expansion division. Oh, and a call with the East Coast partners in between.”
I groaned. “Of course. Can’t have one peaceful day, can we?”
She gave me a knowing look. “You should know better by now.”
With that, she turned and walked off, likely heading back to organize the madness she had just dumped on us.
I took a deep breath, grabbed Luciano’s coffee, and made my way back to his office. As soon as I walked in, I tossed the list onto his desk. “Your favorite thing—meetings.”
He looked up from the papers he was signing and gave me a deadpan look. “How bad?”
“Bad.”
He sighed, running a hand down his face before taking the coffee from me. “Let’s get this over with.”
We left the office and headed toward the elevator, the weight of responsibility pressing down on us as usual. The ride down was silent, both of us mentally preparing for the long day ahead.
The first meeting was with the finance team. They went over quarterly earnings, projections, and investments. I could barely keep my eyes open, but Luciano was sharp as ever, cutting through the numbers like a blade.
Then came the security council. They reviewed everything from internal security to outside threats. Matteo gave a detailed report on potential risks, but thankfully, there was nothing urgent. For now.
Next, we sat through a grueling expansion division briefing. Plans for new business ventures, infrastructure, and overseas opportunities were laid out in exhausting detail. By the end of it, my head was pounding.
Just when I thought we’d have a break, Clara reminded us about the East Coast call. Luciano and I exchanged a look of mutual suffering before stepping into the conference room.
The call was just as draining as the meetings—an hour-long discussion filled with negotiation, strategic planning, and reassurances that we were still in control. By the time it ended, I was ready to collapse.
Luciano leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. “That was hell.”
I exhaled, stretching my arms. “And it’s not even lunch yet.”
He let out a dry chuckle. “Remind me why we wanted this life?”
I smirked. “Because we’re too damn good at it.”
He shook his head but didn’t argue. He knew it was true.
We stepped out of the conference room and made our way back to his office. The moment we got inside, I collapsed onto the couch, letting out a long sigh.
Luciano sat at his desk, flipping through some documents. “We should probably go over the final contracts before the next meeting.”
I waved a lazy hand. “Give me five minutes to pretend I’m not drowning in responsibilities.”
He smirked. “Fine. Five minutes.”
Silence settled between us, a rare, fleeting moment of stillness. I let my head rest against the couch, my mind drifting. The meetings were endless, the responsibilities suffocating, but at the end of the day, this was what we had built. This was our empire.
And no matter how exhausting it got, we weren’t going anywhere.
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