Massimo District
Don Marco's office (keila's Dad)
He sat behind his massive desk—his suit jacket tossed to the side, his shirt half-unbuttoned like he couldn't be bothered to look civil. His gray hair was slicked back, his eyes bloodshot and mean as hell.
A soldier entered and bowed low, placing a sealed box on the table.
Marco raised a brow. "What the hell is this?"
The soldier didn't speak—just stepped back.
Marco opened the box, found the letter folded inside. He read it once. Then again.
And then?
He spat on it.
"Piece of fucking shit," he growled, balling it up with his thick hands. He stood, threw the letter to the ground, and crushed it under his boot. "This little bastard thinks he can talk to me like that?"
He reached for a match.
Struck it.
Watched the paper burn like it was the only thing keeping him sane.
Then he turned, eyes blazing, and shouted, "CALL MY MEN. NOW."
The guards scrambled out.
Marco's voice echoed through the whole mansion.
"I want every soldier, every bullet, every fucking drop of firepower we got. You hear me? I want boots on Luciano soil in 24 hours."
He slammed his fist on the table, rattling the liquor glasses.
"Get my daughter back. Alive. I don't care if you burn their whole district to the fucking ground."
He looked his most trusted man in the eye.
"And if you get the chance—bring me the head of that new Mafia king. I'll mount it in my hallway like a trophy."
Dead silence. Then a slow nod.
****
Massimo Private War Base
Men in black suits stood around it—tall, heavily built, eyes sharp with hunger for war.
A man stepped forward, pointing to a spot on the map.
"This is their weak border. The eastern side. Guard rotation switches at exactly 2:30 AM. We strike then."
Another man tossed a bag on the table. Inside—Luciano soldier uniforms, already stained with fake blood.
"We slip in wearing these. Make 'em think it's an inside problem. Kill quiet. Fast. Clean."
"Not all clean," someone added, grinning darkly. "Make one of 'em scream. Let the others hear what's coming."
Laughter. The kind that doesn't reach the eyes.
One of Marco's captains, a man with a jagged scar across his neck, looked around and said, "Keila's alive until we find her. After that? Burn everything. No survivors."
He picked up a can of gasoline like it was just water.
"Burn the bedrooms. The kitchens. Even their fucking dogs."
Another cracked his knuckles. "And if we see the new King?"
Scarface grinned. "Shoot his knees. Let him crawl like a worm before we take his head."
Luciano Villa – Midnight
A loud boom echoed through the front gates.
Then flames.
Fire licked up the iron fence, against the dark night.
The guards on patrol froze for a split second—then chaos broke loose.
"FIRE!" one of them screamed, sprinting down the marble corridor.
He burst into the main hallway, eyes wide with panic, smoke already chasing his footsteps.
"Boss! Boss!! We're under attack! The front gate—it's burning!"
Alarms blared. Guards scrambled, boots thudding across the floor.
Guns were grabbed, security cameras blinked red, and the estate's calm turned to full-blown panic.
Another guard came running in, bleeding from the side of his face.
"They're in! Massimo men—they've breached the east fence!"
"Move!" someone shouted. "Secure the chambers! Lock the halls!"
The fire crackled louder, glowing orange against the grand windows. The scent of gasoline clung to the air.
The fight was brutal.
Steel clashed. Guns fired. Blood painted the white floors of the Luciano estate.
But Nico...
He stood tall in the middle of it all—calm and deadly.
One by one, the Massimo guards fell.
He moved like a shadow. Fist to throat. Elbow to jaw. Blade to chest. Every punch was victorious.
The Luciano guards fought too, fierce and loyal. But it was Nico who brought down the storm.
Thirty Massimo soldiers had entered his home.
Not one made it past him.
Minutes later, they were chained.
Bloody. Bruised. Defeated.
Dragged to the dungeon like animals.
And Nico, with his usual arrogant calm, ordered coldly—
"Clean the mess. Their heads leave tomorrow… as a gift to their weak-ass clan."
The Luciano men roared with laughter. Toasts went up. Wine poured like water.
Kyan stood by the table, holding the wine bottle with shaky hands.
He couldn't even look up.
Those were his clan's men…
The ones who taught him how to hold a knife, how to fight, how to walk with pride.
And now, the Luciano family mocked them.
The Don stood tall, his laughter booming through the grand hall like thunder.
"This is the perfect time to celebrate the crowning!" he bellowed, slamming his gold ringed fist on the table.
His eyes locked on Nico.
"You've proved yourself, Nicolas Luciano. You've made your father proud. You've made me proud," he grinned darkly, raising a goblet of blood-red wine. "And I, Don Roco, will host the greatest Mafia feast the world has ever seen—by tomorrow night!"
The hall erupted in cheers.
Luciano men slammed their cups together, wine spilling. Some even stood, banging fists on the walls, laughing at the mention of the Massimo clan.
"Massimo who?" one mocked.
"Cowards!" another yelled.
"They should've sent real men!"
Kyan stood in the corner, his face blank, his heart burning.
They were talking about his people. His home. His blood.
But he said nothing.
He just bowed his head, clenched his fists behind his back—
And swallowed the pain like poison.
By the far end of the hall, Raven sat quietly with a glass of wine in hand, pretending to be uninterested in all the cheering and wild toasts happening around her.
But her phone was tucked low under the table, her thumbs typing fast.
> Dad, they're throwing some big feast tomorrow night to celebrate Nico's crowning. Lots of drinks. Lots of noise. I'll make my move then 😉🍷
She glanced up at Nico, who stood tall like the arrogant king he was, raising his glass with that smug look she both hated and desperately wanted.
> Tomorrow's the perfect night. He'll drop his guard. I'll drug him, ride him like a queen and give you what you want—his heir 😏
She smirked, sipping her wine with a wicked little sparkle in her eye.
"Mmm… I do love alcohol," she whispered to herself, biting her lip. "Let's get this baby started."