“Damn it! Damn it, you worthless bastard!” Jakob roared, leaping to his feet. His white shirt was now drenched in beer, the dark stain spreading across the fabric as he glared down at it with fury.The server stumbled backward, a look of pure terror on his face. “I—I’m sorry, sir… It was an accident! Please, I didn’t mean to—” His voice quivered, and he fumbled for words, unsure how to even begin cleaning up the mess.Jakob’s icy gaze fixed on him. “You didn’t mean to?!”Slap!Jakob’s hand flew through the air, connecting with the server’s face in a violent blow that sent him reeling into the wall. The server slumped down, dazed and clutching his cheek, but Jakob wasn’t done.“You didn't mean to be careless?!” Jakob spat, his voice like acid. “Do you have any idea how much this shirt costs? It’s worth more than your pathetic life, and you’re damn well going to pay for this, you worthless trash!”He stormed forward, seizing the front of the server’s shirt and yanking him to his feet
Amber furrowed her brow, deep in thought as she tried to recall Lucian’s last name. “You know, now that I think about it, I have no clue what his last name is. I never bothered to ask, not even once. I’m drawing a complete blank.”Jakob blinked a few times, nodding slowly, though his expression was a mixture of confusion and unease.‘No, it couldn’t be that Lucian,’ he thought, scoffing at the idea. ‘Lucian’s a common enough name. What am I getting worked up over? There’s no way it’s him. Besides, that bastard’s been dead and buried. Who would’ve even cared enough to give him a proper funeral? Did he even have a family?’Jakob’s eyes darted around as his mind raced.Amber continued with a casual shrug. “Anyway, don’t sweat it. I’ll introduce you to Lucian soon enough. Once you meet him, you’ll see exactly why I’m head over heels for him.” She giggled, her mood light as she made her way toward the house.Jakob frowned at her words, staring after her.Inside the grand mansion, Amber hea
“Who’s this?” a gravelly voice asked from the other end of the line.Lucian leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting to the notebook on his desk filled with various numbers—his godfather’s business clients.“Is this Mr. Carter Brussels?” Lucian inquired, trying to keep his tone steady.“Yes, it is. And who might you be?” Carter replied, a hint of curiosity in his voice.“I’m the new boss of the Godfather gang,” Lucian stated.“The Godfather gang? I thought my son told me that gang bit the dust with the Godfather’s death. Was he wrong?” Carter challenged, skepticism creeping into his voice.“He wasn't,” Lucian replied. “I’ve taken the reins as his successor. I’ve got a list here that marks you as one of the Godfather’s VIP clients. I’m reaching out to inform you that the Godfather gang is back in business.”“Oh, is that so? Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but it’s a bit too late for that. I’ve heard that William Craig is the new kingpin in town, and according to my son, he’s the
“Whoa,” Jace exclaimed, his amusement evident. “Why don’t I feel shocked? To be honest, I’ve always thought that bastard was a bit off. But don’t worry, boss; I’m at your service,” he added with a playful smirk before strolling out of the office. As soon as Jace left, Drake turned to Lucian, his expression a blend of curiosity and disbelief. “What was that all about? How come you didn’t fill me in on such a huge information? When did you find out about this?” Lucian took a moment, letting a stream of smoke escape from his nostrils before responding. “I’ve known for a while, but honestly, it doesn’t matter,” he replied casually. Drake nodded slowly, still feeling the irritation simmering beneath his surface. “But why did you decide to tell him? That unstable entity!” he shot back, frustration creeping into his voice. Lucian was busy marking off names on a list as he answered, “Watch your tone, Drake,” he said, casting a sidelong glance at him as he placed the cigarette back in
The afternoon sun had climbed high, and Lucian found himself glancing at his wristwatch for what felt like the hundredth time. It was past the usual hour for picking Amber up from school, yet he was still waiting for her call—a call she always made to let him know she was done for the day.He waited, but the call never came, which struck him as odd.“Maybe she wants me to just go to her…” he thought, forcing a small smile. “She probably thinks our relationship has gone to the point where I should know to pick her up from school without needing a call. She’s… certainly grown accustomed to me being her personal chauffeur.”Sighing, he stood up, deciding it was best to head over to the school himself. The last thing he wanted was to let his little sister down.Pulling up at the school, Lucian stepped out of the car and scanned the area for Amber. Instead, he spotted her friend, Liz, rushing toward him.She had a worried look on her face."Mr. Lucian, what are you doing here? Did Amber ca
GANG HIDEOUTLucian remained in his office, scrolling through his phone. Every headline, every social media feed, seemed fixated with news of the upcoming wedding between the Winchesters and the Wellingtons.‘That money-grubbing mother-in-law must be over the moon,’ he thought wryly, shaking his head before setting his phone down on the desk.Leaning back in his chair, he stared at the ceiling, frustration building. ‘I have to bring William Craig down—and fast. The clients he stole from Godfather seem to love whatever he’s offering… but what exactly is it? William killed Godfather with a demon, eliminated every rival who stood in his way, and even attempted to use that same demon on me, meaning he has access to them. But how? Could he actually be a demon himself?’ Lucian pondered.Grimacing, Lucian poured himself a glass of scotch and took a long gulp.Just as he reached for his phone to call Jace, it buzzed with an unknown number on the screen.Curious, he answered, “Hello?”“Is this
Lucian lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply as he tried to steady his nerves. He paced back and forth in his office, mind racing as he awaited an update from Drake. He needed to find his sister, and time felt agonizingly slow.Frustrated, he moved to the window, resting his arms on the rail as he stared out at the row of dilapidated buildings, the air thick with the smoke he exhaled through his nose and mouth. He felt restless. Where is Amber? She must be terrified right now. And what is my father doing to find her?His phone suddenly rang, snapping him from his thoughts. He quickly pulled it from his leather coat. Drake was calling.He moved away from the window, answering immediately, “Did you find anything?”“Yes, we located an old CCTV camera in the area. We found someone able to connect it, and he’s working on it now… it’s ready,” Drake reported, then instructed the technician, “You can leave it to us now. We’re heading over, boss.”Lucian nodded and ended the call.He sat on his ch
Lucian walked toward the junkyard worker, who noticed him approaching and stepped forward, asking politely, “Can I help you with anything, Sir?” Lucian’s lips curled into a forced smile as he nodded. “Yeah.” Without warning, he launched a brutal punch that sent the man sprawling through the air. The worker collided with one of the nearby cars, his body crashing into it before he crumpled to the ground, unconscious and bleeding. “Damn,” Jace remarked, eyes wide with admiration. “I’ll never get used to how strong the boss is. I love it,” he added, mimicking the punch with a clenched fist. Drake, however, just scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. Lucian entered the small building Ron had just exited. Inside, the room appeared plain—nothing seemed out of the ordinary at first glance. He shook his head, as he kept looking around. For someone who had been in the gang for so long, he knew there were things beyond what the eyes meet. Drake and Jace followed him in, their eyes swee