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
Luca's expression didn't change after hearing that he was scheduled to meet Fabio in the evening. His anger still simmered just below the surface. "He better show up," he growled. "I'll be waiting till 7pm, but now I need to go pay up for what I ate by the roadside." The others breathed a collective sigh of relief as Luca walked out, his authority and dominance clear for all to see. Larosa glanced at her watch and spoke up. "We have less than two hours to go. I'd suggest asking for the location and other important details so when he comes back, we can leave immediately." 25 minutes later, a cab pulled in front of the restaurant, and Luca alighted from it. When he reached there, the woman was already closing up. She pushed the door slowly until it hooked up where it was supposed to. Luca raised his gaze to her and noticed that there were two other kids with her - a little girl and a boy who looked to be around five years old. Does that mean Miss Evenly has kids? Or is she probably ma
After some seconds, the elevator slowly opened and they all exited it. Luca dipped his hand into his pocket and took out his key. The tag on his key showed the number 035. He looked at the tag on the closest room and it was 015. "What number is your room, boss?" Giovanni asked. "035!" Luca replied, raising his key so Gio could see. "Oh, mine is just next to yours. 036!" "Mine is 037," Larosa chimed in excitedly. George finally spoke up. "Mine is 034. I think we need to take that route and follow the numbers on the tags." They picked up their luggage and took the next route, only to get stopped by some men. About six men clad in black suits. The men in black suits were imposing figures, their ruggedness and professionalism radiating like an aura. Each of them stood over 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders and chiseled features that seemed carved from granite. Their eyes were piercing, with a sharp intensity that missed nothing. Their black suits were tailored to perfection, accent
The man exchanged glances with his men and nodded his head for them to proceed with the searching. They first started with Giovanni's bag. Using Morpho Detection security scanners, they placed it slowly on the bag and began to scan over it to be sure there was nothing harmful inside the bag. But thirty seconds in, the scanner blinked blue lights and the man stopped. Another man was with a computer which was connected to the scanners, and once it blinked, he quickly checked the computer and announced, "There's nothing in there. It's good to go!" Giovanni, who was watching, was fuming with rage, seeing that they found nothing, and he knew for a fact that they'd certainly find nothing in any of the bags they were searching, but he just kept mute, waiting for when they were done so he could pick a fight with just one of them to teach them manners. They took on the same routine with Larosa's bag, George's bag, and lastly, they took Luca's bag. Placing the machine on it, they began to sc