Mob ties, wealth, prosperity. Those were the three things that circulated around Luciano; A wealthy businessman's life. Wealth, Mafia ties, and Murder were Kyrei's diversions.
Two cutthroat sociopaths trying to survive in the jungle-also know as th...
Life is but a dream that you manifested slowly, fuck a fantasy this your motherfuckin' moment.
Vitoria Monét: Moment.
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EXECUTION DAY
Michigan, Detroit. 6:45 p.m
"Find out who this is, and if he had anything to do with the robbery."
Slamming the pictures down onto his desk, Luciano took off the black Versace blazer he sported, throwing it behind the chair in front of his desk. Taking a seat behind his desk, he picked up the cup of Scotch his wife poured him beforehand.
He'd stumbled across the picture late last night, while rummaging through Kyrei's files. It was something about her, that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He was intrigued, infatuated with her even.
He felt a twinge of guilt for lusting for this woman, when he was happily married. But, was he happy? Luciano lived his life the same, he did the same thing every single day. He woke up, ate chef made breakfast, went to meetings, paid workers to do his dirty work, searched for his sister—and by the end of the night he came home, and went to sleep.
Sophia and Luciano barely had sex, she was too busy being a lawyer, and he was too busy working. The attraction between the two was there—in the beginning. Once the honey moon, fucking like jack rabbits every day phase passed, their relationship died.
No one had ever seen Luciano with a white woman before Sophia, she knew she wasn't his type but she thought she could change his mind, married and all—she didn't.
Sometimes Luciano wondered if Sophia was even worth having around, he barely got into trouble, she wasn't needed anymore.
Sighing, Luciano downed the rest of his Scotch before eyeing Sophia as she walked out with the picture.
Luciano was curious who the mystery man in the picture was, he didn't strike him to be Kyrei's type. She was gorgeous, and he looked like a toad.
A knock on his office door drew him out of his thoughts. "Come in."
In stepped Ishmael, his signature mug on his face as his gun sat up high on his waist. "What's up, Dough. You ready for this shit tonight?" He asked, referring to the lethal injection they planned to inject Kyrei with tonight.
Luciano didn't want to kill her, even a blind man could see that. She'd been at his house for exactly a week now, he'd pushed back the execution date two times now.
