I smirk the moment she recognised my name , well she is a hot chick i will give her that. At a sunday night i have not expected to have this meet up in a random bar with her . She is no doubt beautifull with this black dress on and those big pink lips looking so edible. I was just her to relax and drink but now i am more intrested in get to know my future trouble of a wife. " ZANE GENOVESE "she whispers to me in her soft gentle voice . I pull her closer" yep baby thats me" i can feel her little shiver . " don't you like what you see baby. " i whisper in her ear as i nib on it gently . She tries to pull back but hell its too late . I lean closer holding her firmly as i lift her chin with my hand and kiss her . Tasting her she tastes like vanila and margarita. My favourite taste from now on. Hell this girl getting me worked on only in mins . I kiss her soft and gentle teasing her lips with my tongue for access and when i get the chance i explore her mouth with my tongue after the best kiss i pull away she was breathless and the girl beside her which might be her friend was in a shock as if she saw a ghost. I smirk lazily. " well atleast you taste good i approve " i say .i could feel how confused and furious she feels the way her small hands were in fist . She abruptly stood up and walked straight out of the club ,her friend follows her . And i smile soon i could take her home and well it will be some pleasent nights about to come.
An hour later i return to my house our grand GENOVESE mansion luxurious and one of best in new york money can buy. I go upstairs to check on zade , lately my younger brothers feels distant . I knock on his door " zade you in there?" I ask ,no response i sigh and walk inside he was on bed ,laying on his stomach scrolling his dam phone . i glare at him dam his teenage shit . " why the hell are you up late? Scrolling your phone you have collage tomorrow remeber? " i say my arms crossed on my chest. He doesn't looks up from the screen just curse under his breath put his phone on charge and sleeps. I stare at him what's wrong with him he has been like this for 2 days no talking just being a stubborn pain in ass. I sit at the edge of bed brushing his hairs" buddy what's wrong? Talk to me" i say to him. He doesn't response . I sigh for a moment i sit there than return to my study i have lots of pending work . I check my e mails and call my man for shipment information " hello , were the drugs checked? " i ask him. " yes sir our man have inspected it throughtly ,quantity and quality is as good as you asked" ," good be at time to deliver the shipment i need no new problems make sure security is tight." I say as i hang up. Apparently our business have been expanded from alcohol business to drugs and illegal marketing as well. My grandpa is happy as hell for me to be the first to start on the grounds of drugs . And with our competition GAMBINO being our ally now no one could dare challenge us in mafia world.
Three hours later i retrieve to my bed for the night i do need some sleep its 2 in the morning. I lay on bed with thoughts of luna . She does have lots of potential , an alley and a hot one is better deal. At first i did hate the idea of bloody shit gambino being mixed with our blood but than after meeting her i could actually like to consider the proposal again. Adrain gambino can be of use and with his fingures drpped in all illegal activities he can be a great source of power. Not bad actually. Only god knows how the hell my grandather made adrain agree to marry me to his sweet step sister. Every in our circle knows better than to talk about her. I sigh well i do am a lucky bastard.
Next morning i wake at my usual 6 o clock in morning a four hour sleep could do wanders to a men like me. Its monday morning i freshen up ,brush my teeth wear my track suit and go downstairs for a run after an hour i do my breakfast coffee ,omelette and bacon . As i sit and eat while reading news . The stock market is doing great thanks to xander that i invested in it as well. Making a great amount of money.
A while later my family joins me at breakfast i greet them my grandfather ,mom,dad and zade. He is still sleepy and moody. This kid is getting to pricky lately . I go to my office , and text xander to investigate about my fiance LUNA GAMBINO. I don't trust on any one .
The evening had settled into that quiet, restless kind of calm—the kind that makes you feel like something's about to shift, even if you can't say what. Zane Genesis stood by the tall window, one hand resting against the cool glass, his gaze drifting over the scattered lights of the city below. They blinked and shimmered in the distance, almost like they were trying to say something.
Behind him, his grandfather sat in his usual chair—the old leather one that creaked if you leaned too hard. His posture was relaxed, but there was nothing soft about the way he watched the room. Age had slowed his movements, not his mind.
"You've been thinking too loudly again," the old man said, his voice steady, almost casual.
Zane let out a quiet breath, like he'd been holding it for longer than he realized. "It's the Germans," he said, turning slightly, though his eyes didn't fully leave the window. "Something's not right. The last few shipments… they feel different."
A small, knowing smile appeared on his grandfather's face, like he'd been waiting for this. "So you picked up on it too."
Zane turned now, brows drawing together. "So I'm not imagining it?"
"No," his grandfather said, leaning forward just a little, elbows resting on the armrests. "When you've been in this long enough, you start noticing the gaps—not just what's said, but what isn't. They've become… uneven."
Zane folded his arms, tension settling into his shoulders. "Uneven doesn't happen by accident. That kind of shift means something."
"Sometimes it means carelessness," his grandfather replied. Then, after a beat, more quietly, "Sometimes it means they're no longer on your side."
The words didn't need emphasis. They carried their own weight.
Zane stepped away from the window, closing the distance between them. "We've worked with them for years," he said, his voice lower now. "Why would they risk that?"
His grandfather tapped his fingers lightly against the chair, thoughtful. "Because trust isn't permanent. It's like anything else—it can wear out. And once it starts to go bad, it stops being useful. It becomes dangerous."
Zane absorbed that, his expression tightening just a little. "So what do we do? Cut them off?"
"Not abruptly," the old man said, shaking his head. "That would be messy. We move away slowly. Quietly. No noise, no panic."
Zane studied him for a moment, then gave a small, almost amused exhale. "You already have a backup."
A faint chuckle came from the chair. "Of course I do. I didn't get this old by waiting until things fall apart."
Zane's curiosity sharpened. "Who are we looking at?"
"Not who," his grandfather corrected, lifting a finger slightly. "Where. The East. There's been movement there—new groups, more organized than before. They're careful. Consistent."
Zane nodded, considering it. "Consistency sounds good right now."
"It's more than good," his grandfather said. "It's reliable. And reliability keeps you in control."
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The distant hum of the city drifted in through the glass, filling the silence in a way that felt almost intentional.
Zane finally broke it. "And when the Germans realize what we're doing?"
His grandfather leaned back again, his expression settling into something firmer. "They will," he said simply.
"And then?" Zane asked.
The old man's gaze didn't waver. "Then we remind them of the truth."
Zane tilted his head slightly. "Which is?"
"That we were never theirs to depend on," his grandfather said. "We worked together. That's all."
A slow breath left Zane's chest, and this time, there was a hint of a smile with it. "So we adapt."
His grandfather nodded once, satisfied. "Exactly. Strength matters, yes—but it's not everything. The ones who last are the ones who change before they're forced to."
Zane glanced back toward the window. The lights were still there, flickering just as they had before—but now they didn't feel distant or random.
Now they felt like patterns.
Like messages.
And for the first time that night, he was ready to read them.