Chapter 13: Mafia Style

Lucian's voice cracked, his face trembling as if the very words he spoke were cutting his heart apart. "Even in my death, I can't stand the thought of them getting hurt because of me. Please, just… just let them go. Let them live their lives."Jimmy's hands shook uncontrollably. His jaw clenched tight, and every muscle in his body screamed for release, for something anything to break, to unleash the storm building inside him. But Lucian's words chained him down, locking him in place with the burden of his final request.

The video continued, and Lucian's tears began to fall, his voice growing weaker with every word. "Tell them… tell my sister, my mother,avey… tell them I'm sorry. I broke my promise to them. I promised to love them in every life, to be there for them always, but… I can't anymore. I'm tired of the hurt. This life, it was enough for me.

I'll never love them againnot in this life or any other. They… they don't deserve it."

Jimmy's chest tightened, and he felt like he couldn't breathe. He had never seen Lucian this broken, this defeated. This wasn't the friend who had been so full of love, so determined to protect everyone he cared about. This was a man whose heart had been shattered into pieces so small that nothing could ever put him back together.

"And… to you two, my brothers," Lucian said, his voice barely above a whisper now. "I'm sorry I broke our promise. We were supposed to go to our funerals together, right? But it looks like I'll be the one going first. I'm sorry, guys. I know I've let you down."

Jimmy and Garry both broke down, their tears falling harder now, their bodies shaking with the weight of the moment. The pain was unbearable, a sorrow so deep it felt like it was tearing them apart from the inside out. They had been through everything together through fights, through victories, through the darkest of times. And now, the one person they thought would always be with them was gone.

Lucian's eyes lifted again, his tear-streaked face looking directly into the camera, as if he could see them through the screen. "Take care of each other. Not for yourselves, but for me. I can't stand the thought of you two going down the same path I did. Don't let this happen again. Live.

Do what I couldn't. Protect each other. I love you both so much… and I'm sorry."

With those final words, the screen went black, and the video ended. Silence filled the room, the weight of Lucian's last words lingering in the air like a heavy fog.

Garry collapsed onto the floor, his body shaking violently as he sobbed uncontrollably. "That stupid bastard…" he muttered through his tears. "Why? Why did you have to do this? Why couldn't you just talk to us, Lucian? We could've helped you.

We could've saved you."

Jimmy sat frozen, his mind reeling from everything he had just seen and heard. His hands clutched the phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his breathing shallow as the reality of it all set in. Lucian was gone forever. And the worst part was, there was nothing they could have done to stop it.

They hadn't seen the signs, hadn't realized just how broken their friend was until it was too late.

After what felt like an eternity, Jimmy stood up, his legs wobbling beneath him as he forced himself to move. His eyes, still red and swollen from crying, locked onto Lucian's lifeless body on the cold slab. A hollow emptiness filled his chest, a void that nothing could ever replace. He wiped his tears, but it didn't matter. More kept coming, an endless river of grief that he couldn't control. seaʀᴄh thё Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Jimmy looked at the phone again, Lucian's final image still burned into his mind. He remembered everything now the dreams Lucian had shared, the plans for the future that would never come to pass.

"You wanted a wedding, didn't you?" Jimmy whispered, his voice cracking as he remembered the conversations they used to have late at night. Lucian had always joked about having the most extravagant wedding a true mafia-style wedding, with black suits, expensive cars, and an army of people blocking the roads just to attend.

"You used to say you wanted gunshots as fireworks," Jimmy said through his tears. "You wanted the world to stop when you got married. Black cars, the most feared men in the world standing beside you. You used to dream about it, man. You had so many dreams, Lucian… and now they're all gone. All of them."

Garry wiped his face, sniffling as he listened to Jimmy's words. He remembered those dreams, too. They had all talked about what they would do when they finally made it out how they'd celebrate, how they'd live the rest of their lives together.

"Do you remember, Jimmy?" Garry asked, his voice hoarse from crying. "He even said he'd name his son after you. Said you'd be the godfather, and I'd be the crazy uncle. We were supposed to protect his family, his kids, if anything ever happened to him. But now… now we don't even get that chance."

Jimmy's hands shook as he looked at Lucian's body. His best friend, his brother, was gone, and there was nothing he could do to bring him back. The memories they shared felt like daggers, stabbing into his heart with every passing second.

"I can't give you that gangster-style wedding, Lucian," Jimmy whispered, his voice barely audible. "But I'll give you something even better. I'll give you a gangster-style funeral. Let the whole world know. Let them see the fire in the sky. Let them hear the gunshots in your honor."

He clenched his fists, his sorrow twisting into a dark resolve. "We'll do it, Lucian. We'll make sure the whole world knows what it means to have a gangster's funeral. We'll send you off the way you wanted to be remembered."

Garry looked up at Jimmy, his eyes red and puffy, but a faint glimmer of understanding in them. "We'll give you the best send-off, Lucian," Garry said quietly, his voice trembling. "The whole world will hear it."

Jimmy, still clutching Lucian's phone, wiped his face one last time. His heart was broken, shattered beyond repair, but he knew there was one final thing they could do for their brother. One last act to honor the man they loved more than life itself.

"Rest easy, brother," Jimmy whispered as he placed Lucian's phone gently on his chest, the final message now a part of him. "We'll take it from here. You'll never be forgotten."

With a final look at Lucian's lifeless body, Jimmy and Garry stood, their grief still etched into their souls, but their hearts set on one last task. They would give Lucian the send-off he deserved.

The world would know. Everyone would feel the loss of Lucian Kane. His name would echo in the streets, and his memory would live on in the fire and the gunshots that would light up the sky.

And just like that, the decision was made.

Lucian's funeral would be a spectacle a gangster's dream, a farewell that would shake the world to its core. He would not be forgotten.

Not by them.

Not by anyone.

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