"They say sometimes the road of life takes an unexpected turn, and you don't have no choice but to follow it and end up in place where you are supposed to be"
A mesmerizingly beautiful, altruistic, feisty, adamant, self-reliant. She is obedient daug...
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"I successfully destroyed all the business of Marcello Rizzo-" My grasp grew firmer in his grasp, causing him to fall silent and fix his gaze on me, "With his demise, the Italian syndicate is left without a Don to oversee its operations." The only sound that registered was the news of his death... A prolonged silence lingered, almost as if Azriel was trying to convey to me that my oppressor had met his end.
It is a cause for concern that I experienced a sense of relief upon hearing of someone's passing, yet the feeling of justice prevailed as the perpetrator of my child's demise now suffers in the depths of hell! My fervent wish is for him to languish in eternal damnation! Nevertheless, the poignant ache in my heart remains palpable.
Because I know Azriel must be the one who killed that asshole as much as it's relief to hear the evil's death yet it pains me to think that he had to tarnish his hands with Marcello's blood. "Fate has a tendency to always conspire against me," he uttered, his gaze drifting away.
"Three days following Marcello's demise, I received a summons from the National Crime Agency. The media frenzy surrounding the incident caused a ripple effect, prompting other criminal organizations to scale back their activities, compelling me to do the same and keep a low profile.
I have always maintained a network of trusted individuals within the agency to ensure the seamless operation of my enterprises. However, the recent overhaul within the department made it too risky to place my spies within their ranks." The news struck fear into my heart.
Summoned by crime agency? But why? He is a famous hotelier everyone knows then why-He stood up stuffing his hands in his pockets and looked ahead at nothing particular. "I had to attend, for my reputation precedes me. Ignoring their summons would only fuel their suspicions-"
"Suspicion... What do mean?" I questioned, lifting my gaze to meet his pensive expression, bracing myself for the forthcoming answer. "I found myself confined in an empty room, known as an interrogation room, with the agency's chief present to conduct an inquiry."
The pauses in his speech felt like an eternity, flooding my mind with a cascade of dreadful possibilities, as fear began to creep its way into my consciousness.
"Chief Edric Barnton, head of the agency, sat across from me with a contemplative expression. It was clear from his demeanor that he had no intention of letting me off the hook anytime soon.
He proceeded to inform me that the Agency had received an anonymous tip containing detailed information about Marcello Rizzo's illicit activities, which included human trafficking and evidence that conveyed his role as the head of the Italian mafia.
Because of this they seized all his businesses and captured the Capos who worked for the Italian mafia the news spread like wildfire everywhere despite their attempt to hide their raid until they reached him,
Marcello was murdered as his face was unrecognizable and no evidence of the crime was found, leading them to suspect that only a skilled mobster could have committed the act so perfectly. And in their eyes, that person was me."
