**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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"Who are-
"These are two of my men. They've been my employees for years but I suppose you never formally met them." Dario addressed me. "Leonardo and Dante Ricci." They both gave a curt nod but I'd actually like to see what they look like underneath those shades. I can't believe Italy is this blessed. Every day it's a new eye candy to lay your eyes on.
"Okay, but why are you here Dario? Infacf, why is she here with you?" I recognized her as Mrs.Petrov, the wife of Stefano's accountant. Why was Dario dealing with this woman?
"Don't get the wrong impression love. I assure you I am not here by my own accord." She addressed me. Speaking like her tongue was heavy. Clearly her english accent needs polishing.
"Why is she here?" I directed my question at Dario.
"Well technically this is my house." She spoke again.
"The difference between you and Dario, is that I asked him and not you." Her comment didn't go over my head though. That would explain quite a bit.
"We have business to discuss with Mrs.Petrov." He answered simply. "Kiana, you should wait for Kiara inside the house." She didn't bother try to argue. She hates being anywhere around this type of atmosphere anyway. I wished I could follow but clearly Dario wants me here. Hopefully, whatever business they have to discuss will leave me with some clarity.
"Whatever makes you think that I will tell you anything Romano."
"I think you will have plenty to say if you want to live." Marcel announced his presence. This must be something serious.
We all took seats excluding the three guards Luca, Leonardo and Dante.
"Whoever said I have anything to live for? My husband threw me to the wolves, the bastard. I made a deal to get myself out of a tight spot and then here you guys come along. I either die by your hands or.."
"Or the person you cut a deal with may have you killed if you speak to us, that's it correct?" Marcel questioned.
"You're a smart man I don't need to confirm anything." She was braver than I gave her credit for certainly.
"You may very well die either way correct, but my brother's methods should not be used on a woman as delicate as you appear to be. I assure you, confessing to us will be the easier way out." Marcellous was speaking truthfully but at the same time, we had no idea who she cut this alleged deal with. What if the person is someone in high position or more dangerous than we're bargaining for?
"Let me be the first to express my confusion. Why am I sitting in on by his if I don't even know what's going on Dario?"
"Because as my wife, I think it's time you get more involved in our dealings. I can't have you clueless on the operations of the family. Do you know this woman? Have you ever seen her before?"
