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Lucas's pov:

2 days later…

Early morning, 7:45am.

I stood in front of my window, hands on the blinds, watching the little orchard garden binded by iron bars in the backyard. It was Mia's suggestion since she normally felt lonely not being able to work for the gang or at the office.

The soft rain drizzled on the little branches making them wet. They were just like me, lonely. Even their gardener couldn't attend to them anymore. I felt pity for myself and them.

'When did you start getting attached to petty feelings?'

My dad's voice resounded inside my ear's again. In as much as I hate to admit it, he was right. I might have to let go.

"arghhhh!" I banged the window hard, feeling devastated.

I should stay strong and cold-hearted. That's the only way I can survive the Mafia race.

The door swung open. It was Ray, with that usual expression on his face. But I don't think it's about the noise just now, there was more, because he looked like he was going to cry if he hadn't been cryi