1 year later since the events of mission Take Down the Morelli's.
Alicia and Chan return in this sequel, now finally starting their own family and living in the moment of freedom that they've always dreamed about.
However after an unexpected visito...
A/N - happy 6th anniversary SKZ! Blessed to have all 8 now official instagram owners 😍😍
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Song Mingi, aka the star of this chapter ✨
FIX ON
WORD COUNT - 2182
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Mingi's P.O.V
"I have a message to deliver to you...Song Mingi" the sinister voice spoke on the other end of the speaker, an intriguing smile playing on my lips. This was the most interesting thing to happen by far since my time leaving the hospital and remaining in hiding.
"I'm listening, who is this?" I answered, the anonymous call leaving me curious. The clock had just struck 3pm, the middle of a slightly average day. Yet this call made it 10 times more interesting.
"Who I am isn't the question you should be asking. In fact, you should be asking for information on the Sanleone's hideout"
My eyes widened briefly, that familiar anger brewing in my chest at how much I detested that particular name. Those scumbags took everything from me.
There wasn't anyone I hated more...except a certain Morelli Princess and her dick of a boyfriend.
"You know their location?" I answered, standing up from my seat as I walked over to the window, glancing outside to see if I was being watched. You could never be too careful.
"I do. I'm calling to share it with you" the voice spoke back, slightly distorted as I could tell whoever was on the other end of this line was using some form of voice change to conceal their identity.
"At what cost? There must be something you want in return"
"No attachments. Let's just say we have a common shared enemy in their group. I'll text the details, just don't think of even trying to trace this number...you'll only reach a dead end" the voice spoke again, leaving me chuckling in response.
Who would possibly want to give me information on the biggest mafia group going at the minute? And why would they worry about their identity being found out.
"Send over the details, friend" I retorted, the smirk curving on my lips as I heard the end tone beep in my ear, signalling the call was over.
My mind raced with endless possibilities. Clearly this anonymous tipster had some sort of hidden agenda, but their intel could be genuine. And if it led me to the Sanleone's...well, let's just say I'm a sucker for revenge.
Within minutes my phone buzzed with a text of co-ordinates. An old farmhouse situated deep in the woods, the perfect place for an ambush.
With a loud whistle I rounded up the last of my remaining men, my most loyal and trusted allies.
