Luciano stormed the old looking mansion, not minding the tough looking guys around.
He walked confidently, like he owns the place. As he made his way into the house, one of the men standing guard stopped him but one glare from Luciano had him stepping back, making way for him to walk into the mansion.
"The prodigal son returns" Luciano would recognize that voice anywhere. It was his godfather, Marcello, he was sitting regally on the king sized couch
"Too bad, you had to use cheap tricks to lure me back" Luciano smirked.
"Seeing that you are back means that the lady means more to you than you are letting on " Godfather Marcello smirked, adjusting his cane as he leaned on it.
"My private life has nothing to do with you, now, call off your dogs. I won't sit quietly if she is hurt" Luciano gave a cold reply but Godfather Marcello didn't seem fazed by Luciano, even if he was, he didn't show it.
"That won't be a problem, I know the reason you are with lady, she is a tool for your revenge, right"
"Like I said, my private life is none of your business" with that he walked out of the house.
"Release the bambina '' he ordered with the wave of his hands.
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Luciano walked to his car, but before he could get into the car, his phone rang out.
"Boss, we found her" that was all he wanted to hear and he hung up. He mounted his car and drove at an insane speed.
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Unknown Location
The loud ringing of a cellphone rang through the empty warehouse.
It was ignored at first but the goon decided to answer it and get on with his vile plan.
Amelia still laid unconscious on the cold, bruised and battered.
"Hello" He said trying not to sound sexually frustrated.
"Release the lady" came the order from the order side and he swallowed his groan of protest.
"Yes sir" he replied hoarsely, still harboring sexually thoughts. He didn't even bother to inform his boss about his fallen colleague.
"Also, make sure that she is unharmed" came the last order before the line went dead, the last statement had him glancing at Amelia.
"Oh shit" he muttered under his breath.
"Oh well, a little fun won't kill anyone." He added.
He stared lustfully at the unconscious figure whilst walking towards her but before his hands could touch her, the front door burst open.
There stood Luciano, a dead look in his eyes. His iris spitting fire, he was angry.
Scratch that, he was beyond furious.
The goon, still confused was about demanding an explanation to the abrupt intrution but was not giving the chance as his face was greeted with a hard blow.
Luciano glanced briefly at Amelia and his anger sky rocketed , he held up the goon by his collar swinging him across the room.
"How dare you touch what is mine" he thundered. By now he was already bleeding but Luciano was just getting started with him. His scar had extra wounds on it but Luciano didn't care.
"I am sorry, boss" the scared face goon said weakly.
"Boss, Miss Amelia is loosing so much blood" Luciano would have ended the scared face idiot, save for his second in command reminding him of situation.
"Take him along with the other fool to the base, I will be with you shortly" He replied referring to the eye patch goon, who was still unconscious in the pile of broken, dropping the scared face goon roughly, his voice dead cold.
The second in command gave way as the paramedics he had called earlier came in.
Luciano followed them into the ambulance, he was the exact opposite of the brutal killer that he just displayed now.
He was gentle, he caressed her hands with so much care that one would think that it would break at the slightest force.
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The ride to the hospital was by far the longest ride Luciano ever had, by the time they arrived at the hospital it was almost midnight.
"Emergency, emergency" the paramedic chanted as Amelia was wheeled into the ICU.
Doctors rushed into the ICU and Luciano wanted to follow them in but was stopped by the doctor.
He could only watch helplessly as the doctors worked on her .
He paced the hall, but stopped abruptly as if remembering something.
He brought his cell phone out and dailled a number.
"I made myself very clear. I clearly said that I wanted her to be brought back to me unharmed and untouched, but I guess my words hold no weight anymore, huh. You should know me more than anyone else, when I say something, I mean it. '' he said, his voice cold, sending chills down the spine if weaker men, his eyes red like that of demon's.
He dropped the call not waiting for the person on the other side to reply
He walked to the ICU door and watched through small transparent circle on the door.
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Godfather Marcello's Mansion.
Godfather Marcello smashed his phone across the room, he had just received a call from Luciano.
Not just a call but a clear warning or rather a head start.
"Who was assigned to watch the woman" he thundered, striking his stick against the marble floor of the spacious.
"Hank and Fred" came a sharp reply.
"What orders were they given" he asked in a clipped tone.
"To watch the lady, my Lord" another quick reply.
"Where are they now" he asked, still fuming.
"The news reaching us, is that the Don of the West, took them with him" this new information might that Luciano has started his threat.
Godfather Marcello had a scowl playing on his face. Luciano, calling him directly to seek revenge without caring for the clan laws meant one thing, let it not be what he is thinking.....or else, he wouldn't mind that Luciano is the best among the rest.
With this thought in mind, he sat on his magnificent chair, eluding the aura of a leader.
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Back at the hospital, Luciano was growing impatient.
Amelia has been transferred to the theater. He didn't know why but all that mattered was her safety.
Luciano never knew he had it in him to care about her but here he was, pacing the hospital hallway like a dazed man.
The theater lights shone green and went off , signifying the end of the surgery.
Amelia was wheeled out and brought to the VIP room.
Luciano followed closely until they got to the room. This time, he was granted access.
He watched as they set up the drips, and other things, he watched keenly like he waited to learn the act.
The doctors were still setting up the medications when Amelia suddenly started jerking violently.