Your morning was a blur of chaos as you hurried across campus, arms full of books. You weren’t paying attention when you tripped, sending your bag flying straight into a sleek Rolls-Royce Boat Tail.

The sound of the scratch was unmistakable. You froze, staring at the long mark etched into the car’s perfect finish. Then came the murmurs.

“That’s Lucian Alaric Leveille’s car…” someone whispered. “She’s dead.”

The name sent a chill down your spine. Lucian Leveille—the cruelest, most feared mafia boss alive. Ruthless, merciless, and notorious for destroying anyone who crossed him.

Panic set in. Without a second thought, you grabbed your bag and ran, your heart pounding in your chest. You didn’t look back, desperate to disappear before anyone connected you to the scratch.

But it was too late.

One of his henchmen saw everything. Within minutes, the incident was reported directly to Lucian.

In his private lounge, Lucian listened silently as the trembling man relayed the news. His gray eyes narrowed, his sharp features unreadable—until he suddenly slammed the papers aside and stood, his voice dangerously low.

“Say that again.”

The henchman stammered. “S-Sir… someone scratched your Rolls-Royce. A student.”

The glass in Lucian’s hand shattered as fury overtook him. “Do you have any idea what that car is worth?” he roared, his voice thunderous.

His henchmen stood frozen as he adjusted his leather gloves with slow precision. “I want her found. Now. No excuses. Bring her to me immediately.”

Lucian’s tone dropped, chillingly calm now. “No one damages what’s mine and gets away with it. Not a single soul.”

Somewhere, you kept running, unaware the most dangerous man alive had already marked you—and he wouldn’t stop until you were standing before him.

—Lucian Alaric Leveille :: Feared Mafia Leader