𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | [𝟏𝟖+]

𝟒𝟎 | 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭-𝐮𝐩𝐬.

You bring me to my knees, you make me testify
You can make a sinner change his ways

Six hours ago...

Luciano De Santis exuded an aura of power and authority inside his private jet's sleek confines. The plush leather seat embraced him as he leaned back, his legs casually manspreading, a subtle display of dominance befitting a man of his stature.

His phone pressed to his ear, and he tapped his feet against the polished floor, a rhythmic beat that belied his growing impatience. "What was mentioned in that?" His sharp and commanding voice sliced through the cabin air, sending a chill down the spine of anyone within earshot.

On the other end, his assistant quickly relayed the news, "Sir, Mr. Marlon Genovese has sent an email indicating that the Mafia Gala is scheduled for tomorrow. This year, the event will occur in Venice instead of its usual location in western Sicily." A smirk danced on Luciano's lips, a fleeting glimpse of amusement mingled with intrigue.

"Would you like me to respond?" the assistant inquired, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Luciano paused the weight of his words hanging in the air like a suspenseful melody. "Certainly, inform his team that Luciano De Santis is indeed set to join this year after a two-year hiatus," he declared, his tone laced with unwavering confidence.

"However, he insists on claiming fifty percent of western Sicily under his name, as my presence at the Gala will undoubtedly generate profit solely due to my reputation." He completed. His assistant hesitated, the gravity of the request sinking in. "Sir, do you, um, think he might say yes?" The question lingered, an echo of doubt in the luxurious cabin.

Luciano leaned back, a self-assured smile spreading across his face, his voice dripping with certainty as he replied, "He will have to agree." With that, he hung up the call, the finality of his words resonating in the cabin as he gazed out at the endless expanse of the sky, ready to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his.