The Italian mafia was made out of the four families. Surnames Moretti, Valentinti, Vinci, and De'Luca.
Twenty two year old Niccolò Vinci is next in line to be The Don of the four families. He is every bit of savage, vicious, and remorseless. There w...
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Chapter Fifteen - "Walk Through Fire"
Chapter Fifteen Theme Song: Walk Through Fire - Klergy ft Bellsaint
Niccolò "Nico" Vinci | First POV Location: Paris, France
I looked over at Otello with a questioning look once I heard and felt the explosion go off on the left side of the mansion; it was way too soon for that to be the explosion Jaxon was suppose to set off.
Once I seen Otello return my gaze with a just as confused look I knew that the explosion just now had nothing to do with us. The room had went into the complete chaos.
All the men had scattered off or out of the mansion. I looked to the makeshift stage to see Jules of course had disappeared.
"Well come on Otello let's go find the girl before the building burns down. It would be unfortunate if we got caught up in the blaze" I tell him as I take off casually walking towards the spiral staircase.
I could smell the smoke making it's way through the mansion. It wasn't thick or suffocating yet giving me enough time to find where Basira was located.
"It would be better if we knew where she is being kept at" Otello added as he walked beside me.
I agreed. It would be a wild goose chase looking for her in this environment. The mansion wasn't that big but it was big enough that it would take us a while to locate which area and room she is being kept inside of.
"She is upstairs some—"
My sentence was cut off by the a man coughing and stumbling from the left side of the mansion. He was covered in black residue; I guess he can be my guide.
I quickly grabbed a hold of his arm; he looked relieved at the sight of help before he realized who I exactly was.
"No , no , let's talk shall we" I told him while harshly gripping his arm as he tried to wiggle out of my grip.
He wasn't a scrawny man but I could tell he had to be a guard of some sort judging from the non formal attire he wore. "Where are they keeping the girls? Specifically the one with blue eyes" I ask him tilting my head slightly.
"Yeux bleus" (Blue eyes) I add in French tong. He should know who I'm am talking about; the color of Basira eyes was something hard to miss about her. They kinda of reminded me of the midnight ocean a dark blue.
