After Hours [BxB]

Rossi

Detective Marco Rossi is an investigator known for his relentless pursuit of justice. With a sharp mind and an unyielding determination, he has dedicated his career to dismantling organized crime in Italy. For over 120 years, the underworld has been dominated by Il Clan Moretti Della Morte, now being led by the formidable Alessandro Moretti, a wicked man. This ruthless Mafia family has cast a long shadow over the country, their influence spreading fear and corruption.

Elena Romano, Marco Rossi's Sharp-witted partner, stepped into his cluttered office, the dim light casting shadows across her determined face. As she approached, she found Rossi's gaze locked on the sprawling board of evidence before him, his eyes tracing the intricate web of connections with a fierce intensity.

“Marco,” she said, her voice cutting through the silence, “We've got a lead on Il Consiglio di Sangue. It might just be the break we need to finally crack open this case and even manage to get Il Clan Moretti Della Morte.”

Marco turned slowly to face Elena, his expression unreadable. "Speak," he commanded, his voice cold and clipped. Elena proceeded to explain that the leader of Il Consiglio di Sangue had been spotted entering the exclusive Hotel Luminosa with a young blonde male.

"We suspect he's a potential business partner," she added, her tone tinged with urgency. She placed an envelope on his desk, its contents a trove of photos capturing the two men entering the hotel. Marco's gaze fell on the envelope, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the images with a detached intensity. "Good work," he curtly.

Marco scrutinized the photos, his gaze lingering uncomfortably long on the young blonde. "Elena, who is this young man?" he demanded, his voice edged with an unnerving intensity. Elena responded, "We have yet to identify him." Marco's face darkened, his frustration barely concealed. "Did you even try?" he snapped, his attempt to mask his anger evident. The tension in the room was palpable as he struggled to rein in his emotions, his mind racing with thoughts of what this mysterious figure could mean for their case.

Marco grabbed the photo of the young man and pinned it to the wall, his eyes narrowing as he noted the cane and sunglasses. "Seems like he’s blind," Marco muttered, more to himself than to Elena. She nodded, her expression thoughtful. "It would seem so. He might not even be a potential partner. For all we know, he could be a new player in town—though he does seem a bit young and looks foreign." Her words hung in the air as Marco continued to study the image, his mind racing through possibilities and implications.

"Elena, why are you still here?" Marco's tone was sharp, laced with a possessive edge. "Get me everything on this man. I need his name, age, where he’s from—everything." He stared at the photo once more, his gaze lingering on the young blonde. Elena nodded quickly, sensing the urgency in his voice. As she left the office, Marco remained fixated on the image, his mind obsessively piecing together what little information he had driven by a growing fascination with the mysterious figure.

“Who the fuck are you”

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Elsewhere, Theron strolled through the opulent aisles of Prada, an exclusive luxury store, with Giovanni by his side. Theron reveled in the extravagant surroundings, skillfully maintaining his poor blind boy act to manipulate Giovanni, who was eager to indulge his desires. As Theron selected items with apparent delight, Giovanni's gaze lingered on him with a mix of desire and admiration, his intentions unmistakable.

'I can't wait to fuck that pretty little face of his,' The older man thought.

"Theron, dolcezza, did you enjoy the little gifts I sent you?" Giovanni's voice dripped with a smirk. Theron internally recoiled at the memory of the 'gift.' "Ah, yes, I did receive it. I must say, Sir Giovanni, you are quite the naughty fellow," Theron replied with feigned joy and excitement, carefully masking his distaste for the man before him. The man had sent him a lacy black lingerie with a braille note, Theron scoffed as he burnt the note.

"Dolcezza, there will be an initiation next week," Giovanni said, his fingers lightly tracing Theron's hand, making him shiver in disgust. “I want to be there.” Theron's mind raced as he realized his plan to infiltrate Il Consiglio di Sangue was falling into place. “Oh, Giovanni, I couldn't......” Theron hesitated, feigning reluctance. “I don't think I'm suited for that sort of life.” internally, Theron smirked, knowing Giovanni's eagerness to convince him would soon come into play.

“Darling, I want you to be there. You don't have to worry that pretty little head of yours. I'll take care of everything,” Giovanni said, his voice dripping with a blend of reassurance and possessiveness.

To be continued..........