Tony…
I looked down at my phone as I leaned back in my seat in the car. I was waiting for two things; a phone call to update me on Aria and a very important video from Marco. I twiddled my thumbs for the hundredth time. Earlier, my informant at Roxy’s had texted me vital information. Aria had gotten a bidder. I didn’t need to think twice about it, that bidder had to be Evans. I looked back to the envelope on the passenger seat and pulled out the picture that was inside. How the fuck was Dante involved in all this? The picture was a screenshot from a CCTV footage, clearly showing Dante dressed in his suit at the party, talking to the man in the mask whom Marco was certain his name was Evans. Was Dante working as the FBI’s mole? I let out my frustration by punching the steering wheel. A couple passed the car and looked at me as if I was crazy. I might as well be, if I was assuming that my own cousin Dante would work against us and help the feds. Included in the envelope was Evans ID and driver’s license. I ran a hand through my slicked back hair. Either way, Marco was right, I didn’t like what was in this envelope.
My phone vibrated and I grabbed it. One notification. A video file from Marco. I felt the strain in my neck and my muscles tensed. I downloaded the video that would confirm my suspicion and then viewed it. The CCTV footage was clear. It showed Dante ranting at a man in a mask. The man threw his mask to the floor in frustration as the two of them argued. I paused the video and took a screenshot. I sent the image to my informant at the club and waited for a response. Five minutes ticked by. Another two. Then the phone rang. I gripped the steering wheel and answered the phone. “That’s him, he’s already here, talking to Candice – or Aria, rather”. Fuck. My gut was right, I should’ve trusted myself. “Make sure you have eyes on them, I’m on my way in”. I ended the call and cursed out aloud.
I looked at the entrance to the club and then back at my phone, quickly dialling Marco’s number. Marco answered the call after the second ring. “Something else you wanted?” He asked. “Yes. I want to find out anything and everything you can about Dante Romano”. The other side of the line was silent. “Marco?”. “I’m here. You know it’s going to cost you, right?”. “You think I’m fucking worried about money right now?!” I yelled into the phone. “Uh…no, I was just…”. “Just do your job, kid”.
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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...
