Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 310

Chapter 310: Keep your composure Chapter 310: Keep your composure “I am Alekis De Salvo’s son,” Lucius said, fixing his gaze at Tsar.

Luca was shocked to learn that Lucius was Vladimir’s son.

As per his knowledge, Vladimir had only one son, Tsar Romanov.

“Tell me why did you kill Matteo?

Why him?” Lucius asked him.

“I will never tell you the truth,” Tsar spat, refusing to utter a single word about Matteo’s death.

Lucius’s jaw tightened, his patience wearing dangerously thin.

His eyes burned with barely contained rage as he stepped closer.

“You enjoyed killing him, didn’t you?” he demanded with a cold gaze.

A twisted smile spread across Tsar’s lips.

“Yes,” he admitted without hesitation.

“His eyes were begging me to spare him.

Matteo didn’t want us to know about you.

If that fucker had just told me you were my brother, he’d still be alive.” He tilted his head, gauging Lucius’s reaction, reveling in the pain flashing across his face.

“Matteo died because he thought he was smarter than me.

He actually believed he could end me.” His smirk deepened, his voice dropping to a taunting whisper.

“That’s why I left him to die slowly.

I didn’t realize your attachment to him ran so deep.

But now I do.” Lucius’s fingers twitched, his fury simmering beneath the surface.

“Then I’ll kill you the same way,” he declared.

Tsar let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.

“You won’t,” he sneered.

“Because you’re a coward, Lucius.” His eyes gleamed with malice.

“You can never kill me.

You’re not made for it anymore.” He leaned forward, despite his restraints, his words slithering like poison.

“You used to take lives without a second thought.

But then ‘she’ came into your life-Layla.” Lucius’s expression darkened, but Tsar pressed on, relishing the shift.

“She made you weaker.

You dropped all your weapons, all your instincts, and now?

You think you can control people with just threats?” He laughed, shaking his head in mock pity.

“That’s not how the mafia works, brother.

You’ve forgotten what it means to be ruthless.” Lucius’s fingers clenched into fists.

Tsar had always known how to play mind games-but this time, he had chosen the wrong opponent.

Lucius, who had been hiding the gun in the inner pocket of his coat, pressed it on Tsar’s chest.

“You are wrong, Tsar.

I do kill those who hurt people.

And I promised myself to kill you the day I found Matteo dead.

You are right.

I get weak for the people I love, but they also make me strong.

You have no one except your father, who will soon be caught.

I will present your body to Vladimir myself, so that he can know what Lucius De Salvo can do.” Luca wanted to intervene because this would risk his career.

But what he had been hearing made him realize that Lucius lived in the fire of revenge and regret all these years.

“Then, do it, Lucius.

Kill me and present my body to my father.

I swear he will end the entire De Salvo lineage.

Already one De Salvo died a long time ago.

It’s time to wipe out the remaining four, which also includes that bitch, who laid out this plan to trap me,” Tsar provoked Lucius.

Lucius didn’t hesitate this time-his finger pressed the trigger without a second thought.

But just as the shot rang out, Luca moved swiftly, jerking Lucius’s hand upward.

The bullet embedded itself in the ceiling, sending dust and debris raining down.

“You can’t kill him,” Luca said firmly, his grip firm on Lucius’s wrist.

Lucius turned to him, eyes blazing.

“Don’t involve yourself in this,” he warned with fury.

“I have to,” Luca replied, unflinching.

“I’m a government agent, after all.” The room fell into momentary silence.

Then, Tsar’s eyes flickered with interest as he glanced at Luca, a slow smirk forming.

“A government agent?” he mused, tilting his head.

Luca’s lips curled into a victorious smile.

“Tsar Romanov,” he said, “after eight years of hunting you down, I finally have you.

You can play your mind games with me all you want, but I promise-I’ll make sure you pay for every crime, triple the suffering you’ve inflicted.” Tsar held Luca’s gaze, but the amusement in his expression didn’t waver.

He chuckled lowly, unfazed, as if this was just another twisted game to him.

But Lucius wasn’t laughing.

His fury burned hotter.

“You can’t take him away,” he growled, stepping toward Luca.

“This was my revenge.

I’ve spent years- four years-hunting him down.

I bled for this moment.

Now that he’s right in front of me, I will kill him and give tribute to Matteo.” Luca exhaled sharply, but his resolve didn’t waver.

“Sorry, Lucius,” he said, voice steady, leaving no room for argument.

“But I can’t let you do that.” Lucius’s fists clenched, his breathing ragged, but before he could speak, Luca continued, his tone shifting.

“In fact…” He glanced at Tsar.

“I’ll end him myself.” Tsar’s smirk finally faltered.

Luca took a step closer to Lucius, lowering his voice.

“Don’t dirty your hands,” he advised.

“They were never made for this.

And you know it.” He paused, his next words hitting harder than any bullet.

“Matteo wanted the same for you.” “What do you mean?” Lucius furrowed his brows, his sharp gaze fixed on Luca.

Luca exhaled slowly, his expression darkening.

“I am someone who has suffered at the hands of the Romanov Mafia.

Their crimes have cost me more than you can imagine.

But now, we have a way to strike back.

We’ll use Tsar to draw his father out.

Vladimir has been on our radar for a long time, and this is our chance to make him pay.

So, keep your composure, Lucius De Salvo.

Every crime they’ve committed will be answered-with their lives.” His words carried a promise that finally brought Lucius’s racing heart to calm.

Luca patted Lucius’s shoulder and glanced at Tsar.

“You better start speaking what I ask you or I’m going to break you limb by limb.”