Tony…
I kept my face hidden behind a newspaper, one leg crossed over the other as I waited on the park bench for the kid to come to me. I had never met him before, so I didn’t know what he looked like, and I’ve only ever required his services once before; when we first started dealing with Mr Tokashi. At the time he wanted his payment donated to an orphanage. I thought that was very noble of him. That was two years ago. Today I was about to meet him myself and give him his money in exchange for the proof I needed on that FBI agent, evidence that would prove Aria’s innocence. I lowered the newspaper a bit so I could scan the park again. I sighed and checked my watch. He was almost an hour late. Well, what was I to do? I needed someone with IT knowledge to research and track Aria. And this kid was the only one who could do it. He was young, but brilliant. He had connections no one at such a young age would be expected to have.
After I left the house, I went back, just in time to see Damien dragging Aria to the car. I followed them at a distance until they reached the spot where Emmanuel was waiting for them. I hated Emmanuel. He was in the police force, but a devil in disguise. He had many involvements with the flesh trade, as well as drug smuggling; that’s how we got involved in business with him. Damien would pay him a fat pay check just to keep anyone’s noses away from getting a whiff of the drugs. But during the last three months, he was becoming greedy. I suspected he was working with someone else, but Damien would not head me unless I had information, and of course I didn’t have any.
When Emmanuel took Aria to Roxy’s, I felt as though my heart had split into a million pieces. Roxy’s wasn’t your straightforward strip club. It was a sex club. A sex club that had linking’s to the flesh trade. That wasn’t good news for Aria. They could sell her anytime, and then she’d be shipped off to her anonymous buyer where ever the hell he lived in whichever part of the world. I should have stormed in the club before Roxy had paid Emmanuel for Aria. I should’ve saved her then, before the FBI got involved. Now everything was one glory mess.
I noticed a presence beside me and looked to my side. A young man dressed in an oversized hoodie with his skateboard in his hand, sat down next to me on the bench. “Long time, Tony Romano” He said and put his skateboard down on the ground, resting his one foot on it, ready to make a run in case things went bad. “You’re late, Marco” I answered him, making sure that he could hear I was pissed. “I had a class, I couldn’t just leave” He said. “Where’s my package?”. “Where’s mine?” He countered.
I removed the thick envelope of cash from my coat and he did the same. He took the cash from me and hid it in beneath his hoodie. Then he handed me mine. I put my hand on the package and tugged it from his hand, he still held onto it. “You’re not going to like what you see in there, but it is the truth. You can have my research double checked if you want”. I frowned at the kid and took the envelope from his hand, placing it safely into my coat. The boy stood up and looked at me. “Until next time, Tony Romano”. “Take care of yourself, kid” I said and then he left. I made my way to my car. I looked back over my shoulder, and the kid was out of sight. I looked down at my coat, where I had hidden the envelope in. What was in this that I wouldn’t like?
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Ruined
Teen Fiction18+ Edited and completed A toxic mafia romance novel Le Quelli Temuti basically owns the town Aria Samuels lives in, so when she gets kidnapped by Damien Romano, the gang leader himself, she knows she doesn't have a chance at survival, judging fro...
