LUCA'S POV
The sound of the wine glass shattering echoed through my office, followed by the crash of the table it had sat on.
My heart was chaos.
I hadn't slept. I hadn't eaten. My world was unraveling, and the one person I should've protected… I had broken.
"Rose," I whispered, her name cutting into me like blades. I saw her face over and over again—the way she looked at me, devastated, trembling, betrayed. I had thrown her into the street like trash… after torturing her.
And she was innocent.
"F**k!" I slammed my fists into the wall. The pain was nothing compared to the guilt tearing me apart.
My spy stood silently by the doorway, afraid to breathe too loudly.
"Tell me again," I said, my voice low and shaking.
"We tracked the tattoo to a splinter cell of LMD," he said. "They were believed to be extinct after your father's raid years ago… but one of them survived. She's rebuilt. Quietly."
"Moga," I said, nearly choking on the name. "She took Rose. Used her."
My head was spinning.
"Do we know where they've taken her?"
The spy hesitated. "Not exactly. But we've narrowed it down to a few abandoned complexes on the outskirts of town. She moves like a ghost, but we're close."
I turned sharply to my security chief.
"Mobilize everyone. I don't care what it takes. Burn down the f**king city if you must. Bring her back."
"Yes, sir."
The spy left. I sat alone, gripping the necklace they'd found torn outside the penthouse—the last trace of Rose. Her scent still lingered faintly on it.
A memory stabbed through me like a spear:
Her soft laughter the night I first touched her cheek.
Her sobs as I hit her
I fell to my knees.
"I'm coming for you, Rose," I
Murmured. "God help me… I'll bring you home."
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ROSE'S POV
The room felt like it was collapsing in on itself—dark, tight, and suffocating. My body remained suspended from rusted chains, sore, bruised, and shivering. Every breath I drew tasted of iron and ash. The air was stale, heavy with dried blood and something else—vengeance.
Then she spoke.
"I always thought I'd cry the day I met you like this," Moga said softly, her voice laced with something strange—an eerie calm.
I forced my swollen eyes to focus on her. Her silhouette was outlined by the cracked ceiling light above her. She wore all black, boots that clicked with authority, and her red hair glimmered like fire.
"I was just a little girl in the back seat… singing," she murmured, her fingers trailing along the table of weapons beside her. "My mother had packed grapes, my father played the same boring country tape… we were going for a family vacation. I was so happy."
She smiled—but it wasn't joy. It was twisted, poisoned with years of pain.
"I remember the sun setting. My dad said something funny. And then… BOOM." Her voice cracked. "Screeching tires. Broken glass. Blood in my mouth. And screams... my mother's scream is the one that never left me."
I stared at her, stunned, confused, trying to process her words through my pain and terror.
"You know what's worse than watching your parents die?" she leaned close to me, her face now lit by the dim, flickering bulb. "It's knowing someone planned it. Coldly. Strategically. Like a mission. Like a warning."
My breath caught.
"They told me it was an accident," she whispered bitterly. "But I know better. I grew up and dug deeper. And every trail led back to him... Dubious moretti and his son in the truck. The mafia king. Your lover's father. He used a truck—a goddamn eighteen-wheeler—to crush a family car like an insect."
She suddenly laughed, a broken sound.
"I survived... Do you know what that means? I wasn't supposed to. But I did. And I swore I would never forget."
Tears streamed down my face now. Not just from pain, but from heartbreak, from the weight of what I was hearing.
"What... what does this have to do with me?" I asked, barely able to speak.
She smiled again. "You? You are the bridge. The reminder that his son can feel pain too. And I intend to show him what it's like to beg for mercy in silence."
She turned away, motioning to the guards. "Prepare her. Tonight, the son will scream."
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LUCA'S POV
The night split open with thunder.
Rain lashed hard against the windows of the SUV as it sped down the old outskirts of Velora. I sat in the backseat, drenched in shadows and fury. My jaw clenched, knuckles white around the gun I gripped tightly. Every second that passed carved deeper into my guilt. Her face—Rose's bloodied, broken face—haunted me like a ghost clawing at my conscience.
God.
What had I done?
"Turn right. Now," I growled.
The driver obeyed without a word.
Intel from the second tracker led us here—an abandoned slaughterhouse by the marsh. The same place where illegal trade once flourished before my father's men supposedly shut it down.
It reeked of secrets.
"Squad Alpha, go in silent. No noise until I say." My voice was steady, but inside I was crumbling.
The rain stopped suddenly, as if the night itself held its breath.
We fanned out.
Eight men in black. Armed to the teeth. Night-vision ready.
The iron doors were slightly ajar.
I signaled two men forward. They crept in, scanning.
Then the silence broke—
A sharp whistle.
Gunfire exploded from the darkness, like the night bled bullets. Muzzle flashes sparked. I ducked behind a concrete pillar, my heart hammering.
"AMBUSH! FALL BACK—"
Too late.
One of my men went down screaming, a bullet piercing his throat.
I rolled, aimed, and fired—taking down a masked shooter perched on a ledge above. My ears rang, but my instincts took over. Shot after shot. Blood. Screams. The stench of metal and smoke filled my lungs.
"WHERE IS SHE?!" I roared into the chaos.
No one answered.
The lights went out.
Darkness swallowed everything.
Then—someone grabbed me from behind. A strong grip. I swung around, elbowing hard. Another attacker. Another shot. Another body.
But then—
A sharp pain to my neck.
Everything blurred.
My gun slipped from my hand.
I staggered.
Someone had darted me. My vision doubled.
"Get him," a deep voice ordered.
Two figures approached.
I tried to fight, but my limbs were losing life. I saw my hands—bloody, trembling.
"Rose…" I whispered, before collapsing into the arms of the enemy.
Darkness.
What do you think about this chapter?
The almighty luca got captured .
Moga really came prepared this time.
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