Shadows of Redempthion

Chapter Eleven

The days after Elena's unsettling encounter with her ex-boyfriend, Michael, were a blur of meticulous planning and relentless paperwork. My role as an underboss in the Chicago mafia demanded attention to detail, especially when it came to ensuring the safety of those I care about.

I couldn't shake the worry for Elena's safety. I had stationed trusted men discreetly around her apartment and the bookstore where she worked, ensuring a watchful eye without her knowledge. Knowing she was protected gave me a measure of relief, but it didn't quell my underlying concern. Micheal was sneaking around Chicago, going after my girl.

In between delegating tasks and reviewing reports, I focused on tracking down Michael. It wasn't just a matter of vendetta; it was about keeping Elena safe and free from the shadows of her past. Each lead I pursued intensified my frustration and anger. I hated the feeling of helplessness that gnawed at me, knowing that Michael's presence posed a threat to Elena's newfound peace.

As the days stretched into nights, I found himself consumed by the hunt. The weight of responsibility bore down on me, mingling with the desire to see justice served. I juggled my commitments to the mafia with my personal mission, pushing myself to the limit in pursuit of Michael. Micheal would wish he never met Elena, let alone thought about coming after her.

In moments of rare respite, I allowed myself to think of Elena—her resilience, her determination, and the way she had unwittingly captured my heart. Despite the chaos surrounding them, she remained a beacon of calm in his turbulent world. He couldn't afford to lose sight of that.

With each passing day, Luca's resolve hardened. He would find Michael. He would protect Elena at all costs. And nothing would stand in his way.

Micheal would not be on this earth much longer was his main thought. He couldn't tell what made him hate Micheal more, laying his hands on her and harming her, or disturbing her happiness.