The clock struck 10am in the morning.
In the punishment room, Luciano sat down on his personal, customized chair, his feet tapping the ground, his forehead creased, and his lips pursed.
Vittorio at the side of the room, paced as he answered calls after calls.
News of Luce's revenge had spread through Italy like wide fire.
The last time LuceNera came out to play, he walked away with five banks to his name.
And now that his touch had reached the States, everyone was on the edge of their seats, wondering what he would do next.
On the other side of the room, Daniela and Elio also answered calls.
Aurora had opted out because she couldn't stand the rush. It was too much of a trigger.
"No, Luce doesn't want to talk to anyone at the moment. Please call back some other time!" Elio slammed the receiver.
Luciano did not react to anything happening around him.
He remained laser focused on the ticking clock, watching, waiting.
Tick tock, tock tick--
