𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 | ✓

Chapter 50

“24 karat magic in the air–” Neon walked in singing and dancing but upon seeing Ryat standing as still as a mountain he abruptly stopped. Staring at him, he said, “Carnage? Are you okay man?” he walked around him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Looks like you've seen a ghost,” he chuckled.

“No, I've heard from Satan,” he said flatly, his eyes slightly bulged with bewilderment.

Neon started laughing and rested his head on his shoulder. “That's a good one, Ryat!”

He slowly turned his head to look at him and blinked once. He wasn't laughing. “I'm dead serious, Zayde. Ace Rivera called a moment ago. He...he says I k!lled, r@ped his mom and fed her to Lions.”

Neon's smile morphed into a horrified look within milliseconds. “That's b*llshit. Ace and Ajay are d**d. How the hell could they have called you?”

“Look at me, Neon, do I look like I f**king know?” he huffed and walked off to sit on the bed next to a still very knocked out Meira. He checked her pulse just to make sure she was still breathing as she looked d**d. “I don't know how he got my number either, and I definitely don't know what the f**k he's talking about.”

Neon came and settled next to him, elbows on his knees and eyes trained on the yellow carpet beneath his feet. “They didn't d**? Then who the hell did we bury? Whose bodies did we see shot up and burned to a crisp? What the f**k is going on?”

“I wish I had an answer, I really do.” he sighed and messaged his temples. “I'll get to the bottom of this tomorrow, for tonight let's clean Meira up and get her back home. Remember we have things to do, and I don't want your Cartel on my a**.”

“Right,” Neon looked back at Meira, still sleeping like a log. “If you need any help, hit me up. The Cartel may own me, but my loyalty is with y'all.”

This made Ryat smile. The two balled their fists and bumped them. Moments afterward, they brought Meira into the bathtub and washed her thoroughly then dresses. It broke their hearts to return her home but they had no choice but to.

By the crack of dawn, the boys returned her to the Hamilton mansion with indignation and agony in their hearts. The Mafia made them unable to spend time with the ones they truly love, and every day it seems a new conflict is brought up. Once the job was done, the two said their goodbyes knowing when they'd see each other again and left in separate vehicles heading for different Mafia groups headquarters and located in Falkon City, or Blood Valley as they call it.

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𝖱𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖧𝖰, 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋...

“Boss, we have failed to find the whereabouts of former Capo, Marcello Corleone, code-named MC.” one of his best trackers fearfully informed him. Beads of sweat formed and rolled down his forehead. “I apologize, sir, but I will keep looking.”

Dom turned around and roughly pulled a hand down his face. He stared at the wall of the computer room with hooded eyes and pupils swimming in furious darkness. Before long, he grabbed a computer and smashed it into the wall.

No one looked or said anything to him.

“How can it be so hard to find one f**king person?” he bellowed angrily. The thought that maybe Marcello ran away and took his own life clawed its way into his swirling thoughts but he pushed it away. MC is healthy, mentally and physically. He knows that for a fact. “Keep looking. Find him. Check the CCTV footage again. I don't care how many times we've seen it before, look for a clue, a bird, a feather, something. Anything!”

He kicked one of the tables over and rested his hands on his hips. Panting with flared nostrils. His face was twisted into a bone-chillinh expression that would make the Devil cower.