Luca. Everything had happened so fast, and I did not know what to do. The attack was still a mystery to me. Whoever planned it must have known much about my house and security. They also had to know that Emma was around, and she was of value to me. They definitely took her to get to me. Bianchi was the most plausible culprit, but other than his issue with me, why take Emma? He is most likely to kill her than kidnap her. Whoever took Emma wanted something from me. Aldo and Heather were the first to arrive. Heather was crying, blaming herself for bringing Emma to Ashfield, which made me feel bad. No one would have taken her if she wasn't in my house. Aldo tried to console her, but she wouldn't have it. My mother ushered her to the living room so I could talk to my friend. My uncle Leonardo Mancini was on his way. "How did it happen?" Aldo asked me. He was wearing plain jeans and a white t-shirt. It was apparent he came in his stay-at-home clothes. I thanked him for coming immediately.

Luca. Uncle Leonardo set an impromptu meeting with Bianchi, who still maintained that he had nothing to do with the attack on my home. I did not believe him because no one else could pull off that stunt. No one would dare move against me. Mathias's relationship with my father had made it possible for the man to disrespect me to the point of coming to my home and threatening me. My parents had caused it. Now I had to fix his misconception of who was in power. It was now two in the morning, and we were still yet to hear from the culprits. I knew they were playing mind games with me. The more I waited, the more nervous and afraid I became and the more eager I was to agree to their terms. The fear of the unknown tormented my soul, and I feared for the worst. Questions reeled on my mind, and all of them remained unanswered. I looked at everyone present, and they were clearly equally worried. Then I remembered that Castelo's wife was pregnant, and I knew I had to urge him to go to her. "

Emma. I lay still on the bed, wondering what had just happened. Luca's brothers were either psychos, or they were clowns. Either way, I knew I needed to find a way to get away from them. Marco returned with Randy in tow, and I sat up immediately. The way Randy shadowed Marco, it was clear he had no confidence in his brother. He took off the bracelet and applied some balm on my seared wrist. He did it in the weirdest way ever. It took a lot of self-control not to pull my hand away from his. The man scared me. He wore the galvanised bracelet on my other wrist and kissed my hand. I pulled my hand away immediately, and he smiled at me. "A feisty Omega. Quite rare, but I like it," he said, and I saw Randy roll his eyes. They were like clowns trying to be badasses. It just didn't suit them. Whoever told them crime was their thing lied to them. "Have you called Luca?" I asked, and Marco squeezed his face. "No, we haven't, and we won't," Randy said with a sly grin. "We want to keep him gu

Luca. The news about the Perezs shook me. Could Gallo be behind this? The Perezs were a top family, and they supported my position as the boss. With them gone, I had one less support. This was a dire situation for me, especially now that Bianchi was against me. Everything was happening too fast. First, I learned my father's bastards were working with Deigo Gallo. The people killing the mob families were still unknown. How was I going to solve this problem? I had Emma with me, and I was grateful to the goddess for it, but things weren't alright. If I fell as boss, everything would revert to the old ways. Lives would be lost, and communities won't be safe. One thing drove the old mob, and that was greed. They fought and killed each other for territories to exploit. Now people could only gain territories with permission and association. Pack Alphas were the most blessed by this because they got to choose whether they wanted to be under a Mafia family or not. This was what we fought for,

Emma. Getting dressed for the club was not easy. I was trying to look my best, and I also wanted to gather the courage to face Tomas and Ashley if she was still with Marcelo. What Luca had told me was true, but I still felt guilty about it. I was fortunate. We had fallen into a bind that we should have been stuck in for life, but I was lucky to have Tomas there initially, and then Luca came along and made it alright. Going to a place where I was once a slave was traumatising, no matter how brief. I did not want to tell Luca how I felt about the invite because I knew he wanted me to come with him. Since I returned to him, other than the kidnapping, we have been indoors all the time. I wore a simple short black dress with short sleeves and lovely open-toe heels. I straightened my curly hair to fall on my shoulders nicely. I did a doe eye makeup with nude lips. I had no jewellery on except for my engagement ring. Luca whistled the instant I stepped out of the closet. "You look amaz