Chapter 12 - A faded haircut and intricate neck tattoos symbolize a dangerous underworld past now dedicated entirely to shielding a desperate woman from ruthless family executioners tonight.Luca stood by the window of the hospital room, watching the rainy Chicago streets down below.
The harsh streetlights cast long, dramatic shadows across his sharp jawline and faded haircut.
Intricate neck tattoos peeked out from beneath the collar of his premium grey turtleneck sweater.
Those tattoos told stories of a violent past spent navigating the darkest alleys of the global underworld.
Every scar on his knuckles was a testament to battles fought and won against impossible odds.
Yet, tonight, all that lethal expertise was focused on a single, noble purpose: protection.
He checked the chronograph watch on his wrist, calculating the time until their extraction transport arrived.
The corporate syndicate would send heavier hitters once they realized their first attempt failed miserably.
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Luca turned away from the glass, his steady eyes locking onto the mother with reassuring warmth.
"We leave in ten minutes, get your things ready," Luca instructed in a measured, calm tone.
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