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Chapter 20

Penulis: Joe Michael
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-10-07 14:54:48

The first morning in Brussels was still damp from an overnight rain. The streets wet coffee drifting from cafés. Alexei sat muddy at the window of the Capo’s mansion, staring at the busy streets. The ring, still shining bright, cool in his skin, heavy with secrets he barely understood.

Lucien had been awake long before him. The man never seemed to need rest, only strategy. He stood in the room, buttoning his charcoal vest with the same commanding presence he used to signing contracts, his profi
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  • The Capo's Devotion: Own by the Don   Chapter 24

    Whispers Behind Closed DoorsThe room fell into a silence so complete that even the ticking of the antique clock seemed louder than before.Alexei stared at Arjun, unable to tear his eyes away. "The Cham... remembers?" He asked. Arjun nodded once. "That is what my grandfather believed, he used to say no one truly owns the Cham. And every bearer merely borrows it."Alexei sat up and looked at the ring lying on the table. "It showed me strangers?" He asked. "It will, they weren't speaking any language I know, because they may have lived centuries before either of us."A chill crawled deep inside Alexei's skin.He had expected danger, he had expected power but he had not expected history. Arjun walked to the window before continuing. "My grandfather spent years searching old monasteries, forgotten libraries, and private collections across India, Persia, and Eastern Europe.""He found proof?" Alexei asked. "He found fragments." Alexei nodded and listened attentively. "Different names, dif

  • The Capo's Devotion: Own by the Don   Chapter 23

    Whispers Behind Closed DoorsThe morning after Mayor François Lambert's visit arrived under a curtain of mist, Brussels woke to its usual rhythm. Trams rattled through narrow streets, cafés filled with politicians clutching newspapers and bitter coffee, Church bells ringing far from the old districts as office workers hurried under umbrellas.On the surface, the city was unchanged, but under it, invisible currents had begun to shift. Mayor François Lambert had slept barely two hours, his wife found him standing before the dining room window long before sunrise, still dressed in yesterday's clothes. "François?" She called.He didn't answer, still muted. She frowned."You never came to bed, may I know why?" She asked. "I know I didn't, but…” He paused. "You've been staring outside for nearly an hour." She continued. Only then did he turn, oh God! His face looked exhausted."I had... an unusual meeting." He said. "With Lucien I guess?" He hesitated. "Yes." She sighed, I see. "I've told y

  • The Capo's Devotion: Own by the Don   Chapter 22

    The First CrackThe black Mercedes rolled through the iron gates precisely at seven in the evening, its headlights swept through the rain-soaked courtyard before the engine fell silent. Henri moved first, opening the rear door with practiced precision.Mayor François Lambert emerged from a large black umbrella. He wore his public smile effortlessly, the same reassuring face that had carried him through elections, charity galas, and television interviews. To Brussels, he was a respectable statesman, but to Lucien, he was another piece on the board."Welcome, Monsieur Mayor," Henri greeted. Lambert nodded politely. "Lucien always chooses dramatic weather for our meetings." He said, and Henri merely smiled."This way." Inside the mansion, warmth replaced the evening chill, fire crackled inside the grand fireplace and glasses sparkled inside golden chandeliers. Classical music drifts through hidden speakers, masking every conversation beyond the room.Lucien stood waiting beside the firep

  • The Capo's Devotion: Own by the Don   Chapter 21

    The First CrackRain drummed was hitting the tall windows of Lucien Devereux's estate.Brussels had welcomed them home with gray skies and cold streets, as though the city itself sensed something had changed.Inside the mansion, however, everything appeared exactly as Alexei remembered.The marble floors gleamed under the chandeliers. Guards stood at their posts without expression. Servants moved through the corridors in practiced silence. Cigarette smoke drifted from the library, mixing with the scent of expensive whiskey.Nothing had changed, but yet everything had. Alexei stood thinking in his bedroom, staring at the ring resting in his finger. The Cham, its surface looked ordinary in the morning light. No glowing symbols, no strange aura but just polished surrounding a dark stone that reflected his own tired eyes.He turned it, warm, always warm and almost like another heartbeat. He remembered the collector in Vienna collapsing to his knees without understanding why. The man's des

  • The Capo's Devotion: Own by the Don   Chapter 20

    The first morning in Brussels was still damp from an overnight rain. The streets wet coffee drifting from cafés. Alexei sat muddy at the window of the Capo’s mansion, staring at the busy streets. The ring, still shining bright, cool in his skin, heavy with secrets he barely understood.Lucien had been awake long before him. The man never seemed to need rest, only strategy. He stood in the room, buttoning his charcoal vest with the same commanding presence he used to signing contracts, his profile outlined by wealth. Yet something about him had shifted.Lucien Devereux was not a man who allowed softness. He had built his empire by stripping tenderness out of himself and crushing it in others. To survive in his orbit, Alexei had learned the language of silence and of obedience. But today, there was something strange in Lucien’s whenever it flicked towards him. Something unspoken. Something dangerous.“Eat,” Lucien ordered without looking directly at him. His voice was commanding as alw

  • The Capo's Devotion: Own by the Don   Chapter 19

    The departure from Vienna began with the arrangements suitcases and the strong coffee filling the hotel suite. Curtains were drawn back to reveal the roofs. Travelers bustled outside, taxis idled by the curb, and the city carried on as though nothing extraordinary had transpired the night before.But for the three men in that room, nothing would ever be ordinary again.Lucien Devereux was uncharacteristically buoyant. He moved with an energy that startled even Henri, who came to deliver tickets and final arrangements. Normally, the Capo began his days with a scowl and a cigarette, but today he sounds under his breath, poured a whiskey instead of coffee, and tapped his fingers impatiently on the counter.“Vienna has served us well,” Lucien said at last, his eyes fixed on Alexei, who sat at the table, the ring still on his finger. “But Brussels awaits. And in Brussels, boy, the game begins.”Alexei forced a nod. He couldn’t meet Lucien’s desperate eyes for long. The ring still pulsed wi

  • The Capo's Devotion: Own by the Don   Chapter 14

    The Journey to ViennaThe day came fast, the whole of Alexei's night was horrible, he couldn't sleep. He stood by his window, staring at the sleeping city as though it might answer the questions tearing through him. Vienna. The very name had begun to taste bitter in his mouth, tangled with secrets,

  • The Capo's Devotion: Own by the Don   Chapter 13

    The ConfrontationsLucien was not a man of hesitation. He had waited, listened, watched, and harvested enough. Spiders spun webs, yes, but even spiders had to strike when the trembling was right.And now, the trembling had become thunder.Alexei had grown reckless. His calls to Arjun were more freq

  • The Capo's Devotion: Own by the Don   Chapter 12

    Lucien had lived his life by one rule: knowledge before strike. He never wasted a bullet or a blade without first dissecting the mind of his prey. And though Alexei was not prey in the ordinary sense, Lucien knew—something had shifted.The boy was different. Not reckless, but distracted. A distract

  • The Capo's Devotion: Own by the Don   Chapter 11

    The calls from his uncle would not stop.Day after day, the screen would light with the same name: Uncle Arjun Singh. Each time Alexei’s chest tightened, torn between longing and dread. He had silenced the phone once, thinking he could bury the voice, but blood did not quiet so easily.On the third

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