Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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It's now been almost a week since the attack on Christmas day, and there's still no sign of any clues towards Luciano's life or death. It's pissing me off day by day.
None of my workers can find a single thing regarding him. Meaning either he's dead and no one's said a thing, or he's alive and he's keeping it a huge secret.
Either way, both of those would make me fucking pissed.
By almost a week, I'm referring to it being already four days after. New year's eve is in two days, and tomorrow I won't have time for things around the mansion, as there'll be people about the place setting up for the party.
The guest list includes all of those in the Spanish, French and American mafia, just like it did on the Christmas Ball in France.
I decided to host it at the mansion this year, since the generosity of the French came around this year, and I may as well start the year off with a good reputation. That is, of course, the reputation of best party planning. I only planned out a couple major things and then left the other things to my workers and maids.
Tomorrow, some decorations are going to be put up and the mansion is going to be cleaned and all. Refreshments are being made the night before and in the morning by my maids and a couple of specialists to cook up more high quality foods for the night.
Dante ordered bartenders for the underground club we have in the game room, along with bartenders above ground too.
Everything's under control and going to be ready for the night.
And I'm looking forward to it being one of the few nights I get to spend how I want to spend it.
But first, I figure I should do something to get my anger out. The reason I'm angry in the first thing is about Luciano, which is where a large amount of my problems come from.
But since I don't have him in my possession to torture and kill, I'll use someone else.
Hugo.
He's had his freedom for the last couple of days, and I already reached out to Gabriel, asking him of the whereabouts of Hugo so my men could retrieve him for me.
Shame, he doesn't have long left.
I get on the phone to Damiano, texting him about the situation and to send out our few men to find an capture him. He texted back hesitantly, asking me if I was sure of it. He clearly doesn't know me well enough.
I'm always sure of what I do, and there's never any take backs or decision changing once I've made up my mind. That's just how it is with me, and he should already know that.
I reply telling him they have until tomorrow morning to bring him to me, so he accepts and tells me he'll contact them right away.
My men will give him a sedative before bringing him to me, making sure he wakes up and fucking fears where he is.
