𝒜𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓃𝒶 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝓈: 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀

𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 4

Killian smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Kyree, you always were the dramatic one. We are family, whether you like it or not. And families forgive each other."

"Forgive? You have no concept of forgiveness," Kyree retorted.

"You only understand taking what you want, regardless of the cost. But I won't be a part of your schemes. My territory is mine, and I'll defend it against anyone who threatens it, even if it means going up against my so-called family."

Ramiel tried to interject, but Kyree cut him off. "Save it, Ramiel. I've heard enough lies from you to last a lifetime. You can keep your promises and your false concern. I don't need it."

Hazel's eyes softened with a mixture of regret and longing. "Kyree, we did what we thought was best. We wanted to bring you back into the fold, where you belong."

"I belong where I choose to be, and it's not with you" Kyree said firmly.

"Why do you hate him so much? Ramiel is a good guy!" Hazel said to him with soft voice and Kyree rolls his eyes.

"Good guy? He's not my father! He's an abusive mother fucker! And Why do you love him so much?!" Kyree said pointing at his left side where Ramiel was sitting.

"Did you just say I'm a mother fucker?! Yes you're right, I f**k your mom so what!?" Ramiel said standing up raising his voice when Hazel tried to stop him.

"Ramiel Arthur! Remember that you're standing at my territory right now so don't you ever think about raising your voice at me again or I will f*****g cut your head off!" Kyree said standing up and raised his voice at him while Killian was there sitting peacefully like nothing happened, just enjoying the moment.

"You mustn't forget Ramiel that I'm more powerful than you! I have many men than you, so don't you ever, ever think about missing one of my territory again if you don't want your f*****g d**k getting cut off and put it on your f*****g mouth! Ti sto avvertendo, Stonzo! (I'm warning you, Asshole!)" Kyree said pointing at him and walk away.

"Wait! Brother, where you going? That was a great show I just watch!" Killian said standing up and clapping his hands like a total i***t.

"The meeting is over, Killian! Stay out of my territories, or there will be consequences." With that, Kyree continued to walked out of the room, leaving the Arthur family in tense silence.

"Let's go home, Killian." Hazel said to Killian while holding his husband's hand.

"Already, Mom? But are you okay dad? Looks like Kyree offended your feelings he even swear at you in Italian." Killian said placing his arm at his step fathers shoulder.

"He swear at me in Italian? What did he said?" Ramiel said curiously. He doesn't understand Italian, because Ramiel is a French man.

"He said you're an Asshole" Killian whispered at his father when his mother drags them out before Ramiel could do anything again and cause a scene.

"Alright stop now! Killian is lying, don't believe him Honey. Kyree is just warning us that's what he said nothing else so Let's go home now." Hazel said avoiding getting in trouble again at Kyree's territory.

Kyree knew this confrontation was far from over, but he was prepared to face whatever came next. For Kyree, protecting his territory and honoring his father's memory were far more important than any twisted notion of family his mother, stepfather, or brother could offer.

Outside, Kyree took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. He knew that dealing with the Arthur's was a necessary evil, one that required constant vigilance and unwavering resolve. He had built his empire from the ground up, and he wasn't about to let anyone, not even his own blood, tear it down.

Returning to his office, Kyree found Aaron waiting for him. "Boss, everything alright?"

Kyree nodded. "For now. But we need to stay vigilant. The Arthur's won't give up easily."

Aaron's eyes hardened with determination. "We'll be ready for them, Boss. No matter what."

Kyree appreciated Aaron's loyalty. It was rare to find someone he could trust implicitly. "Good. I need you to keep an eye on our operations in Marseille. The Arthur Family's encroachment can't go unchecked."

"Consider it done, Boss," Aaron replied without hesitation. Kyree's thoughts turned to his mother, Hazel.

Despite her deceit, a part of him longed for the family bond they once had, even if it was an illusion. But he knew that longing couldn't cloud his judgment. He had a responsibility to protect his empire and the people who depended on him.

As the sun set over Milan Italy, casting long shadows across the city, Kyree prepared for the battles ahead. The Arthur Family's ambitions were a threat he couldn't ignore, but with loyal allies like Aaron, Lexi, and Eric.

In France the beauty of Marseille, its ancient architecture mixed with modern lights. The streets are alive with people, but an undercurrent of tension runs through Kyree's territory.

Killian Arthur steps out of a sleek black car, his loyal men following. Killian looks around with a confident smirk, taking in the sights of his brother's domain.

"Alright, boys. Time to see what Kyree's hiding in his playground." Killian said into his men with a smirk on his face.

The market is bustling with activity. Vendors call out to passersby, selling everything from fresh produce to handcrafted goods. Killian and his men move through the crowd, drawing suspicious glances.

"Boss, you sure this is a good idea? Kyree's got eyes everywhere," one of Killian's loyal men muttered, glancing nervously around the bustling street.

Killian Arthur smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Let them watch. I’m just here to explore again."

"And isn't that the famous church here?"

"Yes, Boss," another of his men replied, his voice low. "The famous church in your brother's territory. It's heavily guarded. Maybe we should avoid that place."

Killian's smile widened, a hint of defiance in his gaze. "Well, it looks interesting to me. I'm going into that church. You guys should look around for a bit and call me if you see anything strange."

His men exchanged worried glances but nodded, respecting his command. They dispersed, their eyes scanning the surroundings with practiced vigilance. Killian watched them for a moment before turning his attention back to the church. The ancient stone walls and intricate stained glass windows seemed to call to him, challenging his audacity.

With a final smirk, he made his way toward the entrance, his steps confident and unhurried. As he approached, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. The allure of the forbidden, combined with the anticipation of discovering something new, spurred him on.

The serene beauty of St. Vincent De Paul Church in Marseille. Sunlight streams through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the polished wooden pews. The choir is practicing, their voices filling the sanctuary with harmonious melodies.

Mary Alayna Castro, a stunning young woman with long blonde hair and striking hazel eyes, stands at the front of the choir. Her voice, pure and angelic, leads the others in song.

Killian Arthur dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, enters the church. His usual confident demeanor is slightly tempered by the solemnity of the place. He looks around, clearly out of his element.

Killian wandered through the grand stone halls of St. Vincent de Paul Church, the sound of a choir drawing him like a moth to a flame.

As he approached the choir loft, he was captivated by a singular voice that soared above the rest, pure and angelic.

He followed the sound until he found himself at the entrance of a small, serene garden adjacent to the church.