Selene
Lucien Voss is the kind of man people misunderstand at first glance.
When I had first come to Eryndor, Lucien was the president's son. The president who usually did every kind of corruption known to mankind, to explain further, Catherine Voss was a dictator who did take multinational loans convincing United nations, only for her to take up bigger projects such as renewable energy, metro, electric trains, bridges over bigger rivers which already are opened for other countries whereas our sideline of their riverine are shut down. The losses while making a budget during economic recession, failed to the tea, Lucien was that mother's son. A son of a hypocrite women who wouldn't be ashamed to smuggle humans as trafficking through the route of southern docks, which I now opened after 4 years only for that Lucien to return.
As Sherlock once said, "The little things are infinitely the most important"
It was a city pretending to have a government while actually being run by shadows. Eryndor is part of Valdoria's fractured governance:
A central council rules the capital as of now, Ministers control sectors trade, security, ports etc.
Laws exist barely
Elections technically happen
But none of it is stable.
Coalitions collapse.
Policies change overnight.
Corruption isn't hidden—it's expected. But without Catherine, its not definitely not barbaric. I'm not a president and not associated with one but I did stopped the human traffickin, the trucks are better filled with burley and cocain other then tied up sacks of underage girls.
The government wasn't one of my worries back then, far from it
My only worry that time was to hold a gang which was extremely volatile after dad's death because Michael Marcellus wasn't a man to them but a deity, promised houses, crops, grains and farms, but suddenly after dad's death, the riots crushed our confidence in them, turned in one another, raped one another, it was a massacre to handle as a 16 year old girl who didn't know shit about weaponry or drug business
Dad owed millions of money, not that dad and I were a clingy father daughter mess, we were calculatively sensitive towards each other, maybe rather business partners, I needed him for transactional money I needed to buy books, because at one point of life, I was an addicted reader, read all kinds of sherlock homes, and still couldn't find my father's murderer within a year, so finally I realised maybe I wasn't meant for searching criminals, so what if I be one who people can't solve even using sherlock home references
That time we met Catherine in their family mansion, because apparently Dad used to visit. The way mom's face fell the second she heard was a bitter pill to swallow until Catherine said, dad came to tutor Lucien sometimes and right that moment
When I was wearing a torn jeans, with as-a-matter-of-fact crop top I worn with a messy half done braid. I saw Lucien voss turning downstairs, eyes on my mother, never me. Grey turtle neck, suit like a cloak, longer than any leather could stretch, longer, unruly hairs, with a belt of golden crest on his waist, arm force soldier, unit 2. Charcoal black eyes, almost like a cheetah, age must be around 21- 22
Strangely alluring in his weird fit, he wasn't a draco Lucien Malfoy. His lips twisted a little and jaw slackened but then tensed again. Fingers shook barely, not at all almost. Lucien wasn't a volatile man and that was the first quality I learnt from him
Silence over anything. Even screams of pleasure.
I looked outside the glass window, rain drizzled, sometimes I felt the rain was pathetic, lousy and grainy, sometimes it's slippery and sometimes it's raging. Whatever phase it is in, rain wasn't something I liked much. I was as opposite s a woman paired up with Lucien
But guess who was?
"Boss?"
Marco, I didn't turn but nodded for him to continue, I started counting the patter patter of the drizzle. It was mind numbing for someone to not even like rain
"Lucien ambushed Southern, that means the previous ones were because his men after all, 15 ships of ours, sanked, the security systems broken down to bone, guards, dead, pirates drowning corpses. And Boss.... that's not the worst of it"
I kept silent for a while
A long while
As Sherlock sometimes said, maybe he did or I did.
"Detection is, or ought to be, an exact science"
I learnt patterns of mafia and that's not how Lucien moves, might be a rival gang then, sinking ships other than using weaponry, that means with less solider in their gang, a local gang then. Ulterior motive, impressing Lucien, for what exactly? But since they used Lucien's name, that's not meant for impress other than...
"Lucien wants to meet me?"
I asked and turned towards Marco as he nodded vigorously. I hated that habit of his. So the idea would be of how I go for the local gang while Lucien finds my seat in the northern warehouse empty, because that's where I'm gonna sit in weekends, that's where I always do, my best soldiers after a local gang and while Lucien ends of specifics of my gang. Its not a smart idea but an idea nonetheless.
"I'll go"
I answered calmly, extremely composed as if the destroyer wasn't on my beck now.