"I am Alekis De Salvo’s son," Lucius said, fixing his gaze at Tsar.
Luca was shocked to learn that Lucius was Vladimir’s son. As per his knowledge, Vladimir had only one son, Tsar Romanov.
"Tell why did you kill Matteo? Why him?" Lucius asked him.
"I will never tell you the truth," Tsar spat, refusing to utter a single word about Matteo’s death.
Lucius’s jaw tightened, his patience wearing dangerously thin. His eyes burned with barely contained rage as he stepped closer. "You enjoyed killing him, didn’t you?" he demanded with a cold gaze.
A twisted smile spread across Tsar’s lips. "Yes," he admitted without hesitation. "His eyes were begging to spare him. Matteo didn’t want us to know about you. If that fucker had just told you were my brother, he’d still be alive." He tilted his head, gauging Lucius’s reaction, reveling in the pain flashing across his face.
"Matteo died because he thought he was smarter than . He actually believed he could end ." His smirk deepened, his voice dropping to a taunting whisper. "That’s why I left him to die slowly. I didn’t realize your attachnt to him ran so deep. But now I do."
Lucius’s fingers twitched, his fury simring beneath the surface. "Then I’ll kill you the sa way," he declared.
Tsar let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "You won’t," he sneered. "Because you’re a coward, Lucius." His eyes glead with malice. "You can never kill . You’re not made for it anymore." He leaned forward, despite his restraints, his words slithering like poison. "You used to take lives without a second thought. But then ’she’ ca into your life—Layla."
Lucius’s expression darkened, but Tsar pressed on, relishing the shift. "She made you weaker. You dropped all your weapons, all your instincts, and now? You think you can control people with just threats?" He laughed, shaking his head in mock pity. "That’s not how the mafia works, brother. You’ve forgotten what it ans to be ruthless."
Lucius’s fingers clenched into fists. Tsar had always known how to play mind gas—but this ti, he had chosen the wrong opponent.
Lucius, who had been hiding the gun in the inner pocket of his coat, pressed it on Tsar’s chest. "You are wrong, Tsar. I do kill those who hurt people. And I promised myself to kill you the day I found Matteo dead. You are right. I get weak for the people I love, but they also make strong. You have no one except your father, who will soon be caught. I will present your body to Vladimir myself, so that he can know what Lucius De Salvo can do."
Luca wanted to intervene because this would risk his career. But what he had been hearing made him realize that Lucius lived in the fire of revenge and regret all these years.
"Then, do it, Lucius. Kill and present my body to my father. I swear he will end the entire De Salvo lineage. Already one De Salvo died a long ti ago. It’s ti to wipe out the remaining four, which also includes that bitch, who laid out this plan to trap ," Tsar provoked Lucius.
Lucius didn’t hesitate this ti—his finger pressed the trigger without a second thought. But just as the shot rang out, Luca moved swiftly, jerking Lucius’s hand upward. The bullet embedded itself in the ceiling, sending dust and debris raining down.
"You can’t kill him," Luca said firmly, his grip firm on Lucius’s wrist.
Lucius turned to him, eyes blazing. "Don’t involve yourself in this," he warned with fury.
"I have to," Luca replied, unflinching. "I’m a governnt agent, after all."
The room fell into montary silence. Then, Tsar’s eyes flickered with interest as he glanced at Luca, a slow smirk forming. "A governnt agent?" he mused, tilting his head.
Luca’s lips curled into a victorious smile. "Tsar Romanov," he said, "after eight years of hunting you down, I finally have you. You can play your mind gas with all you want, but I promise—I’ll make sure you pay for every cri, triple the suffering you’ve inflicted."
Tsar held Luca’s gaze, but the amusent in his expression didn’t waver. He chuckled lowly, unfazed, as if this was just another twisted ga to him.
But Lucius wasn’t laughing. His fury burned hotter. "You can’t take him away," he growled, stepping toward Luca. "This was my revenge. I’ve spent years— four years—hunting him down. I bled for this mont. Now that he’s right in front of , I will kill him and give tribute to Matteo."
Luca exhaled sharply, but his resolve didn’t waver. "Sorry, Lucius," he said, voice steady, leaving no room for argunt. "But I can’t let you do that."
Lucius’s fists clenched, his breathing ragged, but before he could speak, Luca continued, his tone shifting. "In fact..." He glanced at Tsar. "I’ll end him myself."
Tsar’s smirk finally faltered.
Luca took a step closer to Lucius, lowering his voice. "Don’t dirty your hands," he advised. "They were never made for this. And you know it." He paused, his next words hitting harder than any bullet. "Matteo wanted the sa for you."
"What do you an?" Lucius furrowed his brows, his sharp gaze fixed on Luca.
Luca exhaled slowly, his expression darkening. "I am soone who has suffered at the hands of the Romanov Mafia. Their cris have cost more than you can imagine. But now, we have a way to strike back. We’ll use Tsar to draw his father out. Vladimir has been on our radar for a long ti, and this is our chance to make him pay. So, keep your composure, Lucius De Salvo. Every cri they’ve committed will be answered—with their lives."
His words carried a promise that finally brought Lucius’s racing heart to calm. Luca patted Lucius’s shoulder and glanced at Tsar. "You better start speaking what I ask you or I’m going to break you limb by limb."
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