**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...
I watched irritated as the two deadly drunk men sitting next to Marcel slurred obscenities and disturbing details about their bedroom life. What could be more embarrassing than a man who cannot hold his liquor?
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"Well you certainly look comfortable brother." I spoke sarcastically.
"Why should I not be brother?" I responded with equal sarcasm rolling his eyes as the men finally got up to leave.
"Tell me what brings Italians finest men to a party like this all the way in Russia?" The woman spoke, her accent heavy and she sounded like she struggled with the english. Did she recognize us that easily?
"Our reputation exceeds us even here?" Marcel questioned her cautiously with a slight smirk.
"I know not about your reputation, simply what my eyes can see." She was flirting that much was clear as day but it seemed to be harmless.
"We're looking for investors and we heard here is the place to be if we're looking for heavy spenders."
"Wherever did you hear that?" She laughed.
"Is our source unreliable?" I asked.
"No, actually. You'll definitely find what you're looking for here. I would just be careful if I were you."
"Why so?" I asked.
"The men here aren't exactly the.. nicest I should say. Their pockets run deep, yes but their attitudes are as dirty as their hands and money. I would be wary if I were you. Some of Russia's most powerful bachelors attend this auction."
"Oh so its an auction is it?" I played clueless.
"For pretty boys you really are a bit dunce walking in here with little to no information." She chuckled. "This isn't just any auction but I'm sure you'll learn for yourself when it all begins." She added before taking a sip of her wine.
"If here is as sketchy as you're making it out to be, tell us what brings such a fine creature like you here?" Marcellous charm was on tonight. He meant business.
"Believe it or not men, we're here on similar agendas. I'm here to catch me a big fish. I have my eyes set on one Italian in particular."
"I hate to break it to you love, but I am married." I said confidently earning a small laugh from Marcel.
"I hate to break it to you beloved but I wasn't referring to you, let's not get cocky." She responded. "I leave you men be, try not to step on any toes tonight." With that she left.
"Look, there goes Monica." Marcel motioned to behind me as a woman entered the room earning many stares. She was a catch I'll give her that.
"Who is she?"
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