Love Lost: Mafia Story

Chapter 30

LUCA'S POV

I stood at the entrance of our family's grand foyer, watching the emotional scene unfolding inside. Our mother, Mrs. Russo, and Olivia were surrounded by six large suitcases, both of them sobbing and wailing loudly. It was difficult to witness, but I knew it was necessary to protect our family from their toxic behavior.

Beside me, Harvey looked equally distressed. I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and asked, "Are you alright, Harvey?"

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I'm fine, just... it's hard to see them like this," she admitted, her voice shaking with emotion.

I nodded, understanding her feelings. "I know, but it's necessary. We can't let their actions continue to affect us."

As the situation was being handled, I gave instructions to the guards and tried to keep everything under control. Harvey and I then proceeded to the waiting car, and I took the wheel while she sat beside me. During the drive, I noticed her tapping her phone anxiously.

"What's bothering you, Harv? You seem worried," I inquired, concerned for my sister.

She glanced at me, her expression conflicted. "I'm just nervous about what's going to happen. And... I still haven't heard from Damien or Killan. I hope they're okay."

I reassured her, "I'm sure they're fine. We'll find out soon enough."

As we continued our drive, I decided to share some information with her about our strict grandpa, Massimo.

"He was the Don of the Mafia since he was 12. He has seen things no one has," I began, recounting the stories our dad had shared with us. "In his house, if you step one finger out of line, you'd lose that finger. Mealtimes are extremely strict, on the dot or you won't get food, electronics are practically banned, and the only source of entertainment is the large library he has."

Harvey's mouth dropped open in shock, and she shot me a disbelieving look. I chuckled at her reaction and continued driving. We were on our way to meet our formidable grandpa, and I knew it was going to be an interesting and perhaps intimidating encounter.

As I drove the car, I couldn't help but observe my sister, Harvey, as she picked up the call from Killan with the biggest smile on her face. The affectionate nickname Killan used for her, "sweetheart," made me mentally shake my head with amusement. Her happiness was evident as she greeted him back with warmth, asking about Damien's condition.

"Hey there, sweetheart. How are you holding up?" Killan's voice came through the phone, filled with concern.

Harvey's smile grew wider as she responded, "I'm doing okay. How's Damien?"

Killan shifted the camera, and I saw Damien lying on the hospital bed. Harvey's expression changed instantly, and her heart seemed to sink at the sight of him looking tired and weak. My heart went out to her as I listened in on their conversation.

"See for yourself," Killan said gently, allowing Harvey to see Damien's tired eyes and faint smile.

"Harvs," Damien's voice rasped out, and I saw the way my sister's face lit up at the sound of his voice.

"Dame," Harvey responded, her voice filled with emotion. I couldn't help but feel a mix of happiness and concern for her. A tear glistened in the corner of her eye, a testament to how much she cared for Damien.

"I wish you were here, they don't take care of me like you do," Damien confessed, and I couldn't help but scoff at the absurdity of it. It was evident that Harvey had been a source of strength and support for him.

Harvey turned to me, giving me an annoyed look, but I shrugged playfully in response. She rolled her eyes, but it was clear that our teasing banter helped lift her spirits, even if only slightly. I admired her strength, knowing how worried she had been about Damien's condition.

As we continued our drive, I focused on the road, giving Harvey the privacy she needed to talk to Killan and Damien. I was grateful for the bond they shared, knowing that it brought comfort to both of them during challenging times.

When the call finally ended, Harvey turned to me, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears. "Thank you for coming with me," she said softly, appreciative of my support.

"Of course, Harv," I replied, giving her a reassuring smile. "I'll always be here for you."

Her smile in response showed her gratitude, and I knew that no matter what lay ahead, we were in this together as siblings. As we approached the meeting with our formidable grandpa, I felt a sense of determination and unity, knowing that we could face whatever challenges came our way as a united front.

Yes I'm aware you want to meet grandpa  I mean I do too but :) be patient