"On your knees now"
Nedvar spoke with a harsh tone, a tone he never uses it with Hermione.
Hermione stood there shocked, not believing any word he just spoke. She stood there contemplating her thoughts and his order.
He was always requesting and h...
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"Nedvar should step down from being the French Mafia King, and in order for this to happen, we have to sacrifice Hermione's life."
Nedvar took the phone from Mitchell, ready to confront the speaker himself, but the line cut as soon as those words were spoken.
"What the fuck?" he yelled, furious at the shocking information. Never had he imagined that spies lurked around Hermione, moving undetected under his own watch.
In a fit of anger, he hurled the phone against the wall, shattering it into two pieces."Who is he? Which mafia family does he belong to?" he spat, gripping Mitchell by the collar, the last of his patience fading rapidly.
Mia... Hermione... . . .
Pulling himself together, he prioritized saving Hermione and dialed her phone.It rang for several seconds, stoking his impatience, but he tried to convince himself that maybe she was asleep and simply hadn't heard it.
He tried again—no response.
Third time—still no response.
He bent forward slightly, the phone pressed against his ear as he dialed her number a fourth time. This time, he yanked Mitchell by the collar, pushing him towards Leopoldo, who caught him at gunpoint.
"Capo, the backup is here," Rocco informed him over his phone. Nedvar nodded, his brow deeply furrowed in tension and self-directed anger. "Leopoldo, take that bastard and put him in the van. Rocco, you're driving us to Club Midnight, where Mia is," he ordered, dialing Hermione's number for the thirteenth time.
Frustration.
Annoyance.
Displeasure.
Menace... they all boiled over within him.
Hermione not picking up his call drove him to the edge of his sanity.Leopoldo cuffed Mitchell with metal restraints, forcing him upright in the seat. Nedvar growled, making the bruised man tremble in fear.
Nedvar then tried calling his younger sister, Sienna. "Where is Mia?" he demanded, his voice an intimidating growl. Sienna shivered. "Hey, N-Ned... Hermione, ugh! Yes, she's—m-maybe in her room," she stammered, smacking her forehead with her palm. "But I know she went to the club, even after I told her not to—I'll deal with you once I'm back!" Nedvar cut the call without waiting for a response.
