Thankfully, however, in this world, that wasn’t the case. It might have been Lucca shoving the burger and fries down his throat as if he were a dog eating his last meal while Lucifer stood above him. He figured, in another universe, the roles could be reversed. He was known as the Boogieman of Kansas City, and there was no one left to rival his cruel reputation as his enemy now sat in chains.
It was fitting, Lucca supposed he always thought made men were just animals hiding beneath their expensive Italian suits. Now Lucifer Luciano, the former mob boss of the Luciano family, was closer to being an animal than a man. The thing before him had once been human, even though his name, Lucifer, said otherwise, and while he had lived up to his name with his once wicked ways, he was still human, nonetheless. There were two feet of cold floor separating them-the first foot was for safety, but the second was for his nose, because not even the strong scent wafting off the bag could mask the stench.
Taking the metal chair from the wall, Lucca unfolded it and placed it in front of the ravenous being before he sat down. The second it hit the cold concrete floor, you could hear the harsh clanking of chains as the dirty creature crawled from where it had been hiding in the darkened corner and into the glow of the light. Lucca dropped the white paper bag covered in grease stains, letting it slip through his fingers. Lucca may be inexperienced at being the boss, He’s determined not to follow in his father’s footsteps. With enemies determined to take what is his, Lucca has taken the throne, destined to him since birth.
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