Fated reborn - Chapter 225: Chapter 225
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Victor's POV.
The security briefing went just as expected. Long, repetitive, and full of the usual warnings about keeping things tight. We sat there, listening to everyone give their input, knowing damn well we had already decided on our move before the meeting even started. Increase surveillance, keep an eye on the usual suspects, and remind anyone with doubts exactly who ran this city. Standard protocol.
By the time we wrapped up, it was already late. The sun had gone down, and the exhaustion was creeping in. Matteo gave us a final rundown of what the next few days would look like, but honestly, I was only half-listening by then. I knew Luciano had it all logged in that steel-trap mind of his.
After we dismissed everyone, Luciano and I made our way out of the office and toward the cars. The drive back to the pack house was quiet, the city lights flashing by as we sat in comfortable silence. It wasn’t an awkward quiet, just the kind that came from two people who didn’t need to fill every moment with words. We had already said everything we needed to.
When we pulled up to the house, I sighed, stepping out and stretching my back. “Finally.”
Luciano smirked, locking the car behind us. “Don’t act like you won’t be on your phone all night checking updates.”
I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue. He wasn’t wrong.
Inside, the house was calm. Most of the guys had already retreated to their rooms, knowing better than to hang around after a long day like this. I tossed my jacket over the back of a chair and ran a hand through my hair.
“You taking the first shower?” I asked.
Luciano was already halfway to his room. “Yeah. You’ll just use up all the hot water.”
I snorted. “Like hell I will.”
We had separate rooms, something we had agreed on a long time ago. As much as we worked together, lived in the same house, and basically ran everything side by side, we both needed our own space. My room was on the right, his on the left. We had kept it that way since we first moved in.
I walked into my room, pulling off my shirt as I went. The space was neat, not because I was particularly organized, but because I didn’t keep a lot of clutter. Bed against the wall, desk near the window, a few framed pictures of moments that actually meant something to me. Simple. Functional. Just the way I liked it.
I grabbed a towel and headed to my bathroom, letting the hot water run for a minute before stepping in. The second the heat hit my muscles, I let out a deep breath. Days like this had a way of settling into your bones, making everything feel heavier. The water helped, even if only for a little while.
By the time I stepped out, steam filled the room, and I felt at least twenty percent more human. Throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a clean T-shirt, I ran a towel through my hair before heading to the kitchen.
Luciano was already there, leaning against the counter with a plate of food in front of him. He glanced up as I walked in.
“Took you long enough.”
I grabbed a plate and started piling on food. “Some of us actually enjoy a decent shower.”
He smirked but didn’t argue. We ate in the kind of silence that came from familiarity, the only sounds being the occasional clink of silverware against plates.
“Tomorrow’s gonna be more of the same,” he said eventually, finishing off his food. “Meetings, check-ins, making sure no one gets stupid overnight.”
I sighed, pushing my plate away. “Sounds thrilling.”
He smirked. “You love it.”
I didn’t respond, just shook my head and stood up, stretching. “I’m going to bed before I start thinking about it too much.”
Luciano chuckled. “Good idea.”
We both made our way to our rooms, stopping just outside our doors.
“See you in the morning,” I said.
“Yeah. Get some sleep.”
I shut the door behind me, running a hand through my damp hair before collapsing onto my bed. The mattress felt like heaven after the day we’d had, and for once, I didn’t feel the urge to check my phone every five minutes.
Sleep came quicker than expected, the weight of the day pulling me under. Tomorrow would bring more of the same, but for now, for this moment, everything was quiet. And for once, I didn’t mind it.
I slept hard. The kind of sleep where you wake up feeling like you just closed your eyes a second ago. No dreams, no tossing and turning, just straight-up unconsciousness. When my alarm finally went off, I groaned, rubbing a hand over my face before forcing myself up. My muscles ached, but nothing out of the ordinary. Just another day.
I went through the motions—shower, clothes, coffee. By the time I made it downstairs, Luciano was already at the table, sipping his own coffee and scrolling through his phone. He gave me a nod, the usual silent greeting. I grabbed a mug, filled it, and leaned against the counter as I took the first sip.
The day moved fast. Too fast to even process. Meetings, check-ins, the usual routine. It all blurred together into one long stretch of conversations and movements that felt automatic at this point. We handled what needed to be handled, made sure everything was running the way it was supposed to, and dealt with any small fires before they could turn into bigger ones.
Before I knew it, the sun was already setting, and we were heading back home. The drive was the same as always—quiet, headlights flashing past, the city moving around us but feeling distant.
By the time we got back to the house, I was drained. Stepping inside felt like taking off a weight I hadn’t even realized I was carrying. The place was calm, same as last night. Most of the guys had already disappeared to their rooms, and the silence was a welcome change after a full day of talking and thinking and handling shit.
Luciano and I didn’t say much. Just a quick dinner, a few tired exchanges, and then we were heading to our rooms again.
“Another day down,” I muttered as I reached my door.
Luciano smirked. “And another one tomorrow.”
I shook my head but didn’t argue. That was just how it went.
I stepped into my room, shut the door behind me, and barely had the energy to pull my shirt off before collapsing onto the bed. No thoughts, no scrolling, no overthinking. Just sleep. And damn, it felt good.
The security briefing went just as expected. Long, repetitive, and full of the usual warnings about keeping things tight. We sat there, listening to everyone give their input, knowing damn well we had already decided on our move before the meeting even started. Increase surveillance, keep an eye on the usual suspects, and remind anyone with doubts exactly who ran this city. Standard protocol.
By the time we wrapped up, it was already late. The sun had gone down, and the exhaustion was creeping in. Matteo gave us a final rundown of what the next few days would look like, but honestly, I was only half-listening by then. I knew Luciano had it all logged in that steel-trap mind of his.
After we dismissed everyone, Luciano and I made our way out of the office and toward the cars. The drive back to the pack house was quiet, the city lights flashing by as we sat in comfortable silence. It wasn’t an awkward quiet, just the kind that came from two people who didn’t need to fill every moment with words. We had already said everything we needed to.
When we pulled up to the house, I sighed, stepping out and stretching my back. “Finally.”
Luciano smirked, locking the car behind us. “Don’t act like you won’t be on your phone all night checking updates.”
I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue. He wasn’t wrong.
Inside, the house was calm. Most of the guys had already retreated to their rooms, knowing better than to hang around after a long day like this. I tossed my jacket over the back of a chair and ran a hand through my hair.
“You taking the first shower?” I asked.
Luciano was already halfway to his room. “Yeah. You’ll just use up all the hot water.”
I snorted. “Like hell I will.”
We had separate rooms, something we had agreed on a long time ago. As much as we worked together, lived in the same house, and basically ran everything side by side, we both needed our own space. My room was on the right, his on the left. We had kept it that way since we first moved in.
I walked into my room, pulling off my shirt as I went. The space was neat, not because I was particularly organized, but because I didn’t keep a lot of clutter. Bed against the wall, desk near the window, a few framed pictures of moments that actually meant something to me. Simple. Functional. Just the way I liked it.
I grabbed a towel and headed to my bathroom, letting the hot water run for a minute before stepping in. The second the heat hit my muscles, I let out a deep breath. Days like this had a way of settling into your bones, making everything feel heavier. The water helped, even if only for a little while.
By the time I stepped out, steam filled the room, and I felt at least twenty percent more human. Throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a clean T-shirt, I ran a towel through my hair before heading to the kitchen.
Luciano was already there, leaning against the counter with a plate of food in front of him. He glanced up as I walked in.
“Took you long enough.”
I grabbed a plate and started piling on food. “Some of us actually enjoy a decent shower.”
He smirked but didn’t argue. We ate in the kind of silence that came from familiarity, the only sounds being the occasional clink of silverware against plates.
“Tomorrow’s gonna be more of the same,” he said eventually, finishing off his food. “Meetings, check-ins, making sure no one gets stupid overnight.”
I sighed, pushing my plate away. “Sounds thrilling.”
He smirked. “You love it.”
I didn’t respond, just shook my head and stood up, stretching. “I’m going to bed before I start thinking about it too much.”
Luciano chuckled. “Good idea.”
We both made our way to our rooms, stopping just outside our doors.
“See you in the morning,” I said.
“Yeah. Get some sleep.”
I shut the door behind me, running a hand through my damp hair before collapsing onto my bed. The mattress felt like heaven after the day we’d had, and for once, I didn’t feel the urge to check my phone every five minutes.
Sleep came quicker than expected, the weight of the day pulling me under. Tomorrow would bring more of the same, but for now, for this moment, everything was quiet. And for once, I didn’t mind it.
I slept hard. The kind of sleep where you wake up feeling like you just closed your eyes a second ago. No dreams, no tossing and turning, just straight-up unconsciousness. When my alarm finally went off, I groaned, rubbing a hand over my face before forcing myself up. My muscles ached, but nothing out of the ordinary. Just another day.
I went through the motions—shower, clothes, coffee. By the time I made it downstairs, Luciano was already at the table, sipping his own coffee and scrolling through his phone. He gave me a nod, the usual silent greeting. I grabbed a mug, filled it, and leaned against the counter as I took the first sip.
The day moved fast. Too fast to even process. Meetings, check-ins, the usual routine. It all blurred together into one long stretch of conversations and movements that felt automatic at this point. We handled what needed to be handled, made sure everything was running the way it was supposed to, and dealt with any small fires before they could turn into bigger ones.
Before I knew it, the sun was already setting, and we were heading back home. The drive was the same as always—quiet, headlights flashing past, the city moving around us but feeling distant.
By the time we got back to the house, I was drained. Stepping inside felt like taking off a weight I hadn’t even realized I was carrying. The place was calm, same as last night. Most of the guys had already disappeared to their rooms, and the silence was a welcome change after a full day of talking and thinking and handling shit.
Luciano and I didn’t say much. Just a quick dinner, a few tired exchanges, and then we were heading to our rooms again.
“Another day down,” I muttered as I reached my door.
Luciano smirked. “And another one tomorrow.”
I shook my head but didn’t argue. That was just how it went.
I stepped into my room, shut the door behind me, and barely had the energy to pull my shirt off before collapsing onto the bed. No thoughts, no scrolling, no overthinking. Just sleep. And damn, it felt good.
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