Wildfire

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Mariana Montanari

This was insanity. I looked everywhere. Checked single footage but there is no sign of Kenneth.

For now I focused on finding him instead of striking off the last two names of my list. Adam Augustus and Charles Newhall.
I still had people looking for him but they haven't been found yet.

Who the fuck walks alone at night across a town. I know right.

I lit my cigarette leaning on the ledge of the balcony. "This stupid. Fucking. Idiot."

I absentmindedly climbed and sat on the ledge, the smoke swirled around me.

"First, I'm the suicidal one, then little shit." My head shot in the direction of the sound.

Elijah Harper.

"How long have you been in my house?" His stalker tendencies shined the brightest among his other qualities.

"Don't worry about that." I didn't really mind him being in my house. In all honesty I trusted him with my life. Not his own life but with mine? Definitely.

"And why?" I stayed on the ledge.

"Evelyn's working? It was either stay with the little shit and suffer or leave." "Little shit" was just his ginger cat called Cheeto, whom he loved but won't admit it.

But truth be told he didn't need to suffer more than what he already had in any way, shape or form.

"I still don't understand how she's married to you." Evelyn was too innocent and this man was a menace.

"Because she loves me?" Which was true. They were one of those couples you'd see in the insufferable romance shows.

"So did you forget my house has a door and a doorbell and I have a phone through which you can tell me you're inside my house?"

If it was anyone else they'd probably be dead but he's suicidal enough to make me not want to kill him.

One of the best hackers in the Italian mafia, although he didn't work under me but we'd been friends long enough for me to know what's going on with his mafia.

"Yeah but this was easier." He shrugged it off like he was not in my house.

"What was easier?" I told my security to not shoot him.

"Your security is stupid." Sure. He needs to spend less time with Diaz.

"They're ordered not to kill you."

"They didn't even see me." He really needs to hesitate but I was one of the few people he actually spoke to so I was not gonna point anything out.

"Okay, Potter."

"How's the mafia then?" He liked to check up on me cause I wasn't really born into the mafia. Neither was he so he'd know.

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I was running with my little bag at night. Freshly escaped from the club. I just wanted to get so far away that no one from there could find me.

I frantically ran across the town when a car stopped in front of me. A man more than twice my size stepped out before asking me, "Are you Mariana Montanari?"

I've heard that name somewhere but I really had no idea where. "No?" He didn't hesitate before snatching my bag from me and pulling out the file from it.

"You need to come with us."

That was all he said before pushing me in the car and taking me somewhere I wasn't told.