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❝𝐀 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. ❞
Renata Vartanov had been through hell. Sold to a brothel and thrusted into prostitution at thirteen along with her then toddler...
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✯𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓷𝔃𝓸✯
"Buongiorno capo (ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ, ʙᴏss)" Tiago addressed me as I entered his coding room, two cups of black coffee in hand.
It was six thirty in the morning, so we definitely needed it.
I nodded and gave him a cup, noticing how tension and exhaustion hung between his brows as he brushed his hair aside.
No doubt he'd been working late last night on what I'd sent him.
I sighed as I assessed him.
"Leri sera ti ho detto di non preoccuparti dei nomi. (ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇs ʟᴀsᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ)" I chided, watching him take big sips from the hot cup.
"È il mio lavoro. Se non lo faccio io chi altro lo farà? (ɪᴛ's ᴍʏ ᴊᴏʙ. ɪғ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ?)" he stated, to my annoyance.
Tiago was one of the few people I let get away with defying me or violating my orders. If it were anyone else, they would find a bullet lodged in their throat.
"Did you at least find something?" I asked, hoping his all nighter wasn't in vain.
He nodded, keeping the coffee aside and turning to me. "I have good news and bad news, capo. Which one do you want first?"
He questioned, his expression ice cold with a hint of unease.
"Bad news." I answered, taking a swig of my coffee.
"The bad news is, I was able to locate the directions of the container." He stated.
My eyes widened from either excitement or caffeine, who cares.
𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠?
"Where is it?" My tone was impatient.
"It arrived in Catania last night, but it's on the move again, heading south to Enna."
Catania and Enna, both cities in Sicily. What was that bastard doing?
"If it keeps taking its current trial, it will most likely make it to Palermo tomorrow evening." Tiago finished.
Now I was fucking confused. What was he doing in Sicily? And why was he going to my city? He knew my family owned that island, so either he was really looking to be killed or....
My mind sparked with dread.
"How many human trafficking joints are in Sicily?" I asked Tiago, my tone quickened with urgency.
"Thirteen." He answered.
And out of those thirteen, my people had successfully wiped out ten. There were still three left. Three joints we couldn't manage to pin down, but those three were the most popular and largest in the exportation and sales of humans. And those three, coincidentally, were based in Caltanissetta, Agrigento, and....𝙋𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙤.
