Mafia's Obsession

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Luciano's black Rolls Royce glided smoothly through the private lanes of the General Aviation Terminal, the engine purring like a contented beast. The car came to a gentle stop directly in front of his private jet, a sleek and imposing Gulfstream G650, its silver body gleaming under the bright terminal lights. Without a word, Luciano's security team began unloading his bags, efficiently transferring them into the jet.
Luciano stepped out of the car, his polished black shoes making a soft click against the tarmac. He adjusted the lapels of his tailored suit, a deep charcoal grey that complemented his commanding presence. His expression was one of controlled focus, his mind already on the business awaiting him in Italy. He walked up the stairs leading to the jet, each step deliberate, exuding a sense of purpose and power.
As he entered the jet, the door closed behind him with a soft hiss, sealing him off from the outside world. The interior of the jet was nothing short of opulent—a perfect blend of modern luxury and timeless elegance. The walls were lined with rich, dark walnut paneling, and the floor was covered in a plush cream-colored carpet that cushioned each step. The seating area featured oversized leather seats, upholstered in the finest Italian leather, each one offering both comfort and sophistication. The seats were positioned around a central table made of polished ebony, with gold accents subtly embedded in the wood.
Large windows allowed for a sweeping view of the sky, and the ambient lighting, adjustable to Luciano's preference, cast a warm glow throughout the cabin. A fully stocked bar was situated to one side, with crystal decanters filled with top-shelf liquors, and a selection of fine wines stored at the perfect temperature in a glass-fronted cooler. The cabin also boasted a state-of-the-art entertainment system, with a flat-screen TV recessed into the wall and a surround sound system that could rival any home theater.
Luciano settled into one of the soft, luxurious seats, its leather molding to his form as he leaned back. He reached into his bag, pulling out his sleek, matte-black laptop, the logo subtly engraved on the lid. Opening it, the screen illuminated his sharp features, highlighting the intensity in his eyes as he began to work. His fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard, typing out instructions, reviewing reports, and responding to urgent emails.
An air hostess, dressed in a tailored uniform that matched the elegance of the jet, approached quietly. She held a tray with a glass of Luciano's preferred drink—an aged scotch, neat, the amber liquid catching the light as she placed it on the table beside him.
"Your drink, Mr. De'Romano," she said softly.
Luciano nodded in acknowledgment, not breaking his focus from the screen. He reached for the glass, taking a slow sip, savoring the smoky warmth as it slid down his throat. The scotch was smooth, with hints of oak and vanilla, a perfect match for his refined tastes.
Across the cabin, Antony sat diagonally from Luciano, in a seat by the window. He was quiet, his eyes focused on the endless expanse of the runway outside. The lights of the terminal flickered by as the jet began to move, taxiing towards the runway. Antony wasn't one for idle conversation, especially not when Luciano was working. He respected the man's need for silence when deep in thought, and so he remained still, contemplating the journey ahead.
The jet began to pick up speed, the powerful engines roaring to life as it hurtled down the runway. Within moments, the ground fell away, and they were airborne, the lights of the city below shrinking as they ascended into the night sky. Luciano's eyes remained on his screen, his mind focused on the task at hand.
Antony, still gazing out the window, glanced over at Luciano, noticing the slight tension in his posture. He said nothing, knowing better than to pry. Instead, he turned his attention back to the view, the twinkling lights of the world below a distant reminder of the life they both led—a life where emotions were a luxury neither could afford.
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Luciano's private jet touched down on the private airstrip near his family's estate in Italy, the smooth descent bringing him closer to the mission that burned in his mind. The estate, a sprawling mansion surrounded by lush gardens and tall, imposing gates, was more than just a home; it was a fortress. Guards patrolled the grounds, their eyes sharp, their movements precise, ensuring that nothing went unnoticed.
Luciano's car arrived at the front entrance, the mansion's grand facade illuminated by the early morning sun. He exited the vehicle, his expression steely as he surveyed the familiar surroundings. The air was thick with tension, a stark contrast to the serenity of the picturesque landscape. He marched up the marble steps and into the mansion, the heavy doors closing behind him with a resounding thud.
Inside, the mansion was as luxurious as ever, with its high ceilings, ornate chandeliers, and lavish furnishings. But Luciano had no time to appreciate the beauty of his childhood home. His mind was solely focused on his sister, Alayna.

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