"Your cheeks are turning bright red, my favorite color" he says. I break eye contact immediately and stare down.
One moment he's hovering over me like a beast searching for his prey, suddenly he pins my back to the wall, grips both my elbows and ho...
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V E R O N I K A
"Big blue eyes, oh I don't know what it means, no What does he want from me? ah. We're hangin' in the bars, runnin' after cars to get home, Wishing on the stars, wonder what you are? I just don't know, he's beautiful"
"I finally have access to the dark web, It's says here that "The Ajeti Organization is an Albanian Mafia gang in the New York City metro area, named after the man accused of being its kingpin, Noel Ajeti of York Town, New York . The Ajeti Organization, called "The Corporation" (citizen needed) by its members, was started in 1993 in Westchester and spread to the Bronx and Queens. Prosecutors say the Albanian gang was headed by Noel Ajeti and an Italian-American man named Leonardo Colotti who both had ties to the late Italian soldier, Dante Valentino. The Ajeti Organization was an ally to The Valentinos, an another Mafia group which now no longer exists. The Ajeti Organization grew furious and since then they have not made a single move in the civilization that could be a threat to the citizens but we're afraid they're taking their time planning, seeking revenge to the one who was responsible for this act. We believe they seek justice for The Valentinos.."
I tried continuing but glanced over at Mavin , he was furiously pacing back and forth.
We're in one of these rooms in the house which is filled with computers, trackers and loads of other shit I need explanation of.
This makes me feel useless , now that it does I'm slowly in the process of getting convinced that this was not at all the reason why I was dragged to Italy, it was never because I would help with tracking. Mavin isn't talking me something.
"Shit. Bloody Fucking hell." He keeps cursing under his breath while pacing across the room
I try calling his name many times but he's not listening, I don't understand what's happening, why has this information gotten him worked up like this?
I'm growing irritated, I need answers
So when he paces back to my direction, I yank his hand down so he's on his knees in front of me
I didn't mean our faces to be this close and I sure as hell didn't volunteer in an intense staring contest
I break away from him and ask him once more
"Mavin, what's going on-"
"What's going on is that we're fucked up. We didn't plan this through, we didn't think of the consequences and we didn't fucking study the cons of the battle in detail , this is a huge mistake. Fuck"
I'm recalling what he's talking about but I need to hear it from him.
"You need to explain this to me in detail" I demand
