Luca flashed Sara a smile and jumped into the bathroom while Sara wheeled herself forward and pulled down some of Luca's clothes. She started to fold them into the bag. Sara's hands moved deftly as she folded Luca's clothes, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric. She carefully placed each item in the bag, her eyes scanning the room to ensure they were alone and that Luca was still in the bathroom. With a swift motion, she reached into her pocket and retrieved a small, sleek device – a spy recorder. She palmed the device, concealing it in her hand, and pretended to adjust the clothes in the bag. With a quick flick of her wrist, she slipped the recorder into a small pocket within the bag's lining, expertly hiding it from view so Luca wouldn't notice it even if he had to search the bag or try to take his clothes. To ensure it was securely positioned, Sara gently patted the bag's interior, her fingers tracing the outline of the recorder. Satisfied it was well-concealed, she zipped
"Oh, nothing serious to worry about," she quickly lied, not wanting Luca to notice her distress. That would put her in a huge problem that might get her kicked out of the group, so she quickly faked a smile and said, "It's just my Spotify shuffled some crazy ass song that I don't like."In Denmark, Copenhagen.Approximately two hours later, they finally reached their destination. As the plane touched down at Copenhagen Airport, the group breathed a collective sigh of relief. They had finally arrived at their destination after a long flight. Luca, La Rosa, and the others gathered their belongings and made their way to the exit.As they stepped out of the airport, they were greeted by a crisp Scandinavian breeze and the bright Danish sun. As they arrived, there were already some private cabs waiting for them by Giovanni's orders. The group hailed a taxi, and Giovanni gave the driver the address of their destination - a luxurious villa on the outskirts of Copenhagen where they can stay un
The door slowly opened, revealing Giovanni. Gio fixed his eyes on his boss as he walked forward. He was slightly nervous after hearing such a tone. "H-hey?" Luca said in a low tone, trying to act like he was alright. He didn't want any of his crew members to know about Sara. Giovanni's lips twitched into a smile as he settled into the couch and dropped a bag full of cash on the floor. "Boss?" He called out immediately after dropping the bag. "This is full of dollars. Down here in Denmark, you will be needing some cash since we will be staying for a couple of days." "What do you mean?" Luca sat up on the bed. "Didn't you guys say it's just a 48-hour journey? What is happening?" Gio sighed before addressing him. "Boss, this is Denmark! The man you want to meet is the king of Denmark and works only on his own time. I have been trying to reach out to give him the news, but it's not been fruitful." Luca let out a low, surprising chuckle. "What the hell do you even mean by you ha
As Luca turned around, he was struck by the vision of loveliness standing before him. The woman's beauty was like a work of art, a masterpiece that took his breath away. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, its darkness contrasting starkly with the radiant glow of her porcelain skin. Were Danish women always this beautiful? Her eyes, like two shimmering sapphires, sparkled with a hint of mischief, their depths seeming to hold a thousand words. Her lips, full and inviting, curved into a sly smile, as if she knew for a fact that she was that beautiful. Luca fixed his gaze on her neck where she had multicolored flower tattoos. Her graceful, slender neck led to shoulders that seemed to shimmer in the light, like the gentle sheen on a butterfly's wings. Her figure, curves in all the right places, was a masterpiece of femininity, a testament to the wonders of the female form. Luca's eyes wandered over her, drinking in the beauty that stood before hi
The three boys were just street boys and were surprised by both Luca's guts and composure in the face of adversity. The owner of the restaurant was already on the floor, pleading with them to let Luca go. Apparently, it wasn't the first time they were going on operations with guns without bullets, and they had all succeeded. They stood there, contemplating if Luca was really playing with them or if he was trying to bait them into getting arrested. Someone as fearless as him would be none other than a CIA agent or, who knows, a secret agent.Luca stretched his hand to the towel and wiped his mouth. "Of course I really mean it. Don't you think $50,000 would go a long way in your lives?""At least you would stop coming out in broad daylight to steal from people without even knowing how to hold a gun. I doubt there would be any bullets in that gun."One of the boys snarled, "Shut up, young man! We don't trust you. Who knows if you're a policeman or even a CIA agent!" The boy snatched the
"Go on and shoot, boys!" He yelled. "I said, go the fuck on and pull the trigger if there are bullets in there!"The boy's hand began to tremble, and he added his second arm to help stabilize it, but he was still scared. His fear stems from two things: the fact that Luca wasn't even scared of guns being pointed at him, and how did he know that there were no bullets in the gun? Who the hell was he?Luca sighed. "Shoot, or you drop the gun down and have a seat with me."The boys glanced at each other, like Luca was speaking a different language they weren't understanding. How did he just tell them to sit with him when they just pointed a gun at him and threatened his life? Wouldn't he call the police to pick them up for trying to steal from him? They felt a mixture of confusion, anxiety, and fear as they just stood, not knowing their next move.This was really new to them, to see such a fearless man who wasn't even scared of them, and from first glance, he knew that they were just parad
The boys were very happy, not only did they meet their boss, but they will be working for him.It was a real-life achievement for them, and they were very confident that they wouldn't disappoint him."Thank you, boss!" They bowed in unison, genuinely happy."Can we keep the blue cards?" one of them asked curiously.Luca nodded, his lips twitching into a smile. "Of course you can keep the cards. They're all yours now."What? They were shocked to the core that they would be keeping something as precious as a blue card. Was Luca being serious? Those boys having the blue card meant that they could shop in any investment that belonged to Lord Ercole without paying. And they could lodge in any hotel that belonged to him. With the card, they could go through anywhere and they would be let pass very quickly.Actually, it was only men with sophisticated portfolios who really had the blue card, but Luca just gave it out.A few minutes later, they were done eating, and they quickly exchanged num
"What do you mean?" Luca was taken aback. "Y'all don't use dollars here?" She nodded. "I'm sorry, we don't. This is Denmark, Norway. When you get to some other places, you can use your dollars, but here we use kroner." "So how do I pay the bills?" he asked in disbelief. "I don't know. I think you should go to the bank and exchange your money for kroner, then come back to pay the bills." Luca's face went pale. The time and effort required to go to the bank and exchange the money was already taking a toll on him before he even decided to go. He bid the woman farewell and left the restaurant. In the next few minutes, he was back inside the hotel and met his elders in the hotel suite. "Welcome back, boss!" Giovanni was the first to see him, and the others followed suit. "Welcome back, boss!" Luca smiled and quickly occupied an empty seat. "No one told me this place doesn't use dollars. I mean, they use only kroner?" George smiled. "Yes, boss, they use kroner, not dollars. Any proble