**Under Review**
The world revolves around POWER.
Power brings the money.
Power brings the respect.
Power brings the control.
Power owns the people.
Dario Romano may have escaped death yet again but he is far from the clear. A blood war is on the...
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"Non riesco nemmeno a farmi una cazzo di doccia, in questi giorni. Cosa c'è adesso Marcel?" (I can't even take a fucking shower these days. What is it now Marcel)
I didn't like the fucking look on his face. The fact that he was disturbing my shower this early in the morning is enough to raise red flags.
"Abbiamo un problema fratello." (We have an issue brother)
"Ovviamente fratello, ora sputa il rospo." (Of course brother, now spit it out.)
"Kiara è scomparsa." (Kiara has disappeared.) He said wearily.
"What.the.fuck.did.you.say"
"Damon can't seem to find her. He said she left in the middle of the night."
"He found her so he could fucking lose her? She's been at the safe house for least than a week and he couldn't even keep tabs on her!?" I was fuming by now. That fucking Damon. "I want Damon here within the next twenty minutes."
"The safe house is at least a forty minute drive from here brother." Marcel reminded me.
"Then he better fucking fly for all I care."
Damon made it here in half an hour and for that disappointing fact alone he got a bullet in his foot as soon as he walked in. My tolerance for incompetence was nonexistent especially when it came to simply tasks like keeping an eye on my wife.
"I need you to explain to me how tf you managed to let this happen."
"Don Romano, I hate to tell you this but Kiara left on her own accord. The house was not infiltrated so I did not completely fail you. A grown woman snuck out of a guarded house—
"Are you seriously trying to avoid accountability on this?" I couldn't believe the excuse I was hearing. I should simply kill him right this second and be done with it.
"Brother, as foolish as Damon was to allow this to happen.." Marcel cut in cautiously. "He is worth more to us alive than dead. We may have other PIs but he is the best and I think you'll agree with me when I say that's exactly what we need at this moment. Someone who can deliver quickly. Efficient and effective results. If you so wish you can dispose of him thereafter." He said eyeing Damon who looked like he was about to shit himself.
An hour later I was in my office trying to reassign duties because I needed my wife back home. I don't know what the fuck she was thinking.
"In the middle of a war, we're supposed to do what—stop what we are doing to focus our efforts on your runaway wife? Get serious nephew. This is why that woman is no good for our brand. All she is, is trouble." "Padre, badi alle sue parole." (Father, mind your words) Killian spoke up. "Tuo cugino deve avere la testa a posto. Le donne ti rendono debole. Sua moglie è la sua debolezza. Non abbiamo tempo di cercarla quando è evidente che non vuole essere qui." (Your cousin must have his head on straight. Women make you weak. His wife is his weakness. We don't have time to look for her when she clearly doesn't want to be here.) My uncle retorted. "Basta così!" I've had it with his mouth and everybody else' opinions on my marriage. (That's enough!)
