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Luca paced the living room, seething.

Mochi was missing.

His sweet, fluffy partner-in-crime.

And Damien?

That smug, smug bastard?

Was responsible.

Luca turned on his heel, glaring toward the kitchen, where Damien was casually sipping his morning coffee like he hadn't just committed a war crime.

"You're going to regret this," Luca hissed.

Damien glanced up, unbothered. "Oh?"

Luca pointed at him. "I don't know when. I don't know how. But I will get you back for this."

Damien smirked.

And that?

That was mistake number one.

Luca needed a plan.

A brilliant, evil, chaotic plan.

One that would break Damien's soul.

Step One?

Find Mochi.

Step Two?

Destroy Damien.

Luca searched the entire penthouse.

The bedroom? Empty.

The closet? Empty.

Under the bed? Empty.

The only place left?

Damien's office.

Of course.

With the precision of a trained ninja, Luca tiptoed toward the office door.

He pressed his ear against it.

Silence.

Slowly, carefully, he turned the knob.

And then—

A tiny meow.

Luca shoved the door open.

And there, sitting on Damien's desk like a little prince, was Mochi.

With a tiny golden bell around his neck.

Luca blinked. "...What."

Mochi purred.

Damien, leaning against the desk, grinned.

"Oh, sweetheart," Damien drawled, arms crossed. "Did you really think I kidnapped him?"

Luca's brain short-circuited. "YOU SAID YOU DID."

"I said I was escalating."

Luca stared at him. "YOU PUT A FANCY BELL ON HIM?!"

"He's the new heir to the mafia empire."

Mochi flicked his tail like a king.

Luca's eye twitched.

Alright.

That's it.

Damien had just sealed his fate.

Luca needed something BIG.

Something that would make Damien suffer.

And then?

It hit him.

The One Weakness.

Damien hated being late.

And Damien had a big mafia meeting today.

Luca smirked.

Perfect.

Luca woke up extra early.

He carefully turned off Damien's alarm.

Then, he set every single clock in the penthouse three hours back.

The oven clock? Changed.

The living room clock? Changed.

Damien's watch? Changed.

By the time he was done, it was 9:30 AM in reality...

But in Damien's world?

It was 6:30 AM.

Damien walked into the kitchen, relaxed.

Too relaxed.

He poured himself a cup of coffee.

Checked his watch. "Huh. Still got time."

Luca, pretending to be innocent, sipped his own coffee.

"Yup," he said, voice way too casual.

Then?

Damien's phone rang.

And the moment he answered it—

Luca saw the exact second realization hit.

Damien froze.

His entire body went rigid.

Then, in a voice so calm it was terrifying, he asked,

"Luca."

Luca grinned. "Yes, love?"

Damien turned.

"You messed with the clocks."

Luca took another sip. "Mmhmm."

Damien exhaled slowly.

Then, exploded.

"LUCA."

Luca bolted.

Luca ran for his life.

Damien was right behind him.

"You absolute menace! Do you know what you've done?!"

"I think the real question is—" Luca laughed, dodging a pillow Damien threw at him. "Was it funny?"

Damien growled. "I AM GOING TO END YOU."

But Luca?

Was cackling.

Because Damien was late.

And Luca won. Again.

Later that night, when Luca was curled up on the couch, feeling very proud of himself, Damien struck.

How?

By scooping Luca up in his arms without warning.

Luca yelped. "What the—?"

Damien, dead serious, carried him straight to bed.

"You're under house arrest," Damien said, voice too calm.

Luca blinked. "What?"

"No more pranks. You're not allowed to scheme."

Luca gasped. "YOU CAN'T JUST BAN ME FROM PRANKING."

"Oh, I can."

Luca gaped at him.

Damien smirked. "Checkmate, sweetheart."

Luca narrowed his eyes. "...This isn't over."

Damien chuckled. "Oh, I know."

And Luca?

Couldn't wait for Round Three.

Because this war?

Was far from over.

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