The air in the tunnel was thick with sweat, dust, and danger.
Marcus Harper, the Atlans Mafia lord, walked in with the arrogance of a man who thought the world bowed at his feet.
He wasn't alone. Five hefty men trailed behind him, their broad, tattooed chests glistening under the dim light.
One chewed lazily on a cigarette, smoke curling around his face. Another wore a bandana tied tight around his head, his dark eyes sharp with mischief.
The one with the bandana stepped forward. he was clearly the leader. His voice dripped with mockery as he looked straight at Luca's eye ball.
"What do you want?" Luca's tone was sharp, protective. His arm instinctively reached for Alessia, shielding her. "Don't hurt them, Name your price please, but don't touch them especially my Alessia, spare them and face me."
The leader smirked, flashing yellowed teeth.
