Novel & Cerita Daniel Larusso X Johnny Lawrence

“You are not strong enough for this now.” Lucas gave him a cold look. “You do not get to decide how much truth I can survive.” A silence fell between them. Then Adrian said, “There was a man named Daniel Voss.” Lucas’s mouth went dry. The name landed inside him like a stone dropped into deep water. “Voss,” he whispered. Adrian nodded once. “He worked in legal investigations. Years ago, he found records that could damage men who were building businesses across Varna City.”

He doesn’t look up from the wine he’s swirling, the dark red liquid catching the light like a pool of fresh blood. "I don't have a watch," I reply, pulling out a chair as far from the others as possible. The heavy chair legs scrape against the marble, a harsh sound in the quiet room. "You took my phone, remember?" The younger man chuckles, a sound like silk over a blade. "She has spirit, Dante. You didn't mention that part." Dante finally looks at me. His gaze is a physical weight, pinning me to the seat. "Elara, this is Luca, my cousin. He handles our legal interests. And you’ve met Marco, my head of security."

Beside me, Sophie was a fortress of legal documents, her eyes scanning the room with the precision of a hawk. Across the aisle, Daniel sat with his legal team—a phalanx of the most expensive litigators the Blackwood name could buy. He wasn’t the man who had dragged me into an SUV or the man who had recorded my son’s cries. He was a portrait of a grieving, betrayed husband. He wore a navy suit that made him look approachable, and his hair was just slightly unkempt, as if he had been too busy caring for a motherless child to notice his own appearance.

***** Dressed in a little tuxedo similar to the one Damiano was wearing, Lawry was walking down the aisle, practically swinging in circles the little pillow containing the wedding rings. The guests were laughing and smiling at the little boy. Damiano, flanked by his two best men, was waiting patiently for his son to join him. But Lawry wasn’t paying attention to Damiano. He was more interested in reaching his father’s wheelchair, carefully placed outside the wooden pews. “Up!” he said to Manfredi, stepping in front of the wheelchair and dropping the little pillow. “Up, nonno! Up!” he repeated, wanting to be put on his grandfather’s lap.

Morrison sprang up on his full height, his nose flaring in anger like I asked for his throne. "I think it makes every sense, am I right Mr. Jeremy. The law protects my rights?" I looked over my family's attorney. "Mr. Daniel is right otherwise he can claim it in the court and then we'll find ourselves in a mess of legal procedures which will take half a century to declare the judgement, there are high possibilities of Mr. Daniel winning it against you all." Mr. Jeremy cemented my argument with the stamp of law. Cat caught his tongues after listening to Jeremy. He eyed Lucas for a better explanation who in response only shrugged his shoulders in defeat.