"Liam is under my control now, sweetheart," Ace sneers, tightening his grip.
Amella's eyes blaze with defiance as she confronts him, "Why do you hate him?! Leave him alone!" His hold on her neck loosens slightly.
Gripping her hair tightly, Ace looks...
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Author's Pov
Amelia blinked in shock as Ace's words sunk in. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The crystal, the key to peace among the mafias, was stolen? And by the head of the organization, no less. Her mind raced with the implications of this revelation.
She thought carefully before speaking, trying to control her emotions. "Are you sure that that's the crystal?" she asked, hoping against hope that Ace was mistaken. But his answer confirmed her worst fears.
Amelia gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in disbelief. She stood up abruptly, her nerves getting the better of her as she paced back and forth. Ace followed her, concern etched on his face.
"Are you okay?" he asked, and Amelia nodded without looking at him. She didn't know how to react, didn't know what to do. She couldn't trust Ace enough to tell him the truth.
"Tell me more about it, the crystal and the war," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
Ace nodded slowly, his frown deepening. "The crystal was last seen in the organization's locker. So...as I was saying, all the mafia decided to keep the crystal in the organization's locker. That locker could only be opened by the fingerprints of all the mafias. One missing fingerprint and it wouldn't open. The locker was made with the best material and expert designers. It was decided that the crystal would never be taken out, the crystal was to maintain peace between the mafias. But the Spanish mafias...those fuckers wanted that crystal so they bribed the head of the organization to work with them, and in return, they would give him whatever he wants. That fucker of a head then started giving the mafia's important files to the Spanish mafia so they could bribe the other mafias."
Amelia takes a deep breath, trying to understand all the things he was saying. She never thought Mafia could be this complicated. Hell, she never thoughts Mafia would do something for peace but all this story was changing her point of view and she wanted to get into the depth of the matter.
Ace looks at Amelia's expression and then continues, " One day...there was a meeting in the organization. All the mafias and their wives came to attend it, along with the official heir. The meeting was called because there was a mole, the Russian spy had informed them. That's when the head of the organization...he saw your mother. Even though he was a 40-year-old man, he had taken an interest in your mother. Your mother at that time was the oldest child of your grandfather. That was the day your father and that fucker fall for her"
Amelia looks at Ace, with wide eyes. Fall for her? Both at the same time?
"What was the name of the head?" Amelia questions and Ace answers, "Cyde. Clyde Anderson"
Amelia nods slowly, whispering the name. Trying to recall if that name rings any bell but it doesn't.
"What happened after that meeting?"
Author's Pov
Sorry for not updating! I was out anyway , I feel like this chapter was pretty boring but at least I am not having any writer's block haha. So do comment your views on this yea?
