In a gripping tale of family bonds and hidden truths, Fiona and her brothers and their friends embark on a desperate quest to find their kidnapped father. As they delve deeper into a world of intrigue and danger, they uncover sinister secrets and un...
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Location: Chiaro Di Luna Company.
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Logan Pov:
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Arcelia city rain soaked me to the bone as I nursed lukewarm coffee in the company cafeteria. A notification on my phone sent a jolt through me. "Drug shipment tonight," rasped my informant. "More coming. No time." Weeks of tailing mafia goons finally yielded a name: Lucifer. Hope flickered in me but soon died as the call took a horrifying turn. Panic laced his voice, "They're collapsing...white foam at their mouths. I will call you back." The call ended abruptly. Forensics confirmed my worst fear: poison capsule bombs implanted in their stomachs, detonated remotely. Lucifer wasn't just dealing drugs; he was playing a twisted, deadly game. Anxiety gnawed at me as I dialed Matthew number. "Hey, Uncle Logan," he answered, his voice hushed. "Fine, Matt. You all alright?" "We're okay. Anything on the junkyard?" A tense pause. "Lucifer. Runs the Silent Serpent Mafia. Changing delivery points – clubs, universities, even cafes." I said with my jaw clenched as this was escalating fast. "And it gets worse," I said with a voice heavy. "He's planting poison bombs in his couriers. If they get caught, they explode." There was silence on the other side. "Maybe we should involve the DEA?" Matthew suggested, anger and determination mixing in his voice. "Ok,I'll handle it," I assured him, heart aching for his missing father. “And uncle dig everything about Rowan Salvatore. My gut is telling me he is hiding something.” Said Mathew . "Ok stay safe will talk soon." The truth hung heavy – James' kids were like my own. Grueling hours with the DEA led to a raid, netting lowlifes and drugs, but no real answers obtained. The next day became a blur of capturing pawns, a constant race against time. Meanwhile also searching about Rowan Salvatore but either he is really clean or he has a hidden himself really deep as his record showed no criminal activity at all but there were more pressing matter so I emailed Mathew about everything about him and proceeded with my meeting with DEA.
