MAFIA'S WRONG TARGET

20: UNVEILING THE UNDERWORLD

AUTHOR'S POV

Sardinia, Italy
11 am

As per the promise, the sun didn't rise for the attackers, plus Alaric found out another clue about the Italians within a week.

Their right hand's location and identity. Gavino. A gambling addict.

But to meet him they needed to get there personally. So after almost a ten-hour long flight, the jet landed in heart of Italy, Sardina.

Hunter removed his shades while descending the stairs, finding Alaric already there smoking, leaning his back against his Ferrari Roma.

Hunter walked passed him to get into his limo.

"No breaks?" He heard Alaric's voice from behind.

"We ain't on vacation." Hunter slid into his limo. The engine roared to life as they made their way to do the operation. They went there, followed by eleven more security cars.

He typed a quick massage to Dash telling him to take care of everything in his absence.

After a long ride, the cars halted in front of a luxurious casino. It was alive with the sound of clinking glasses and the soft murmur of high-stakes conversations. Neon lights flickered above, casting a vibrant glow over the polished marble floors.

As they moved through the crowd, their presence commanded attention. The bustling atmosphere faded into a hush as they approached the roulette table, where a group of players had gathered, their eyes glued to the spinning wheel.

Hunter settled across the table while Alaric leaned forward and abruptly reached out, stopping the wheel mid-spin. The ball clattered to a halt, and the table fell silent as all the eyes turned towards the brothers.

He locked eyes with Gavino, the right hand of a rival Italian group, who was seated at the table, his expression shifting from surprise to unease. "Gavino," Alaric said, his voice smooth yet laced with menace, "we need to talk."

The tension in the air was thick as the other players slowly backed away, sensing the brewing storm. Gavino straightened in his chair, a flicker of defiance crossing his face. "You think you can just waltz in here and make demands?" he scoffed; his accent was thick Italian.

Being in the position he was in, he was aware of being chased by many, but never in his wildest dreams did he think King brothers themselves would confront him.

Hunter leaned closer, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm not here for pleasantries. I know you have information that could be... beneficial to us." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Or perhaps you'd like to discuss your son. Luca."

Gavino's expression shifted from bravado to fear in an instant. The mention of his son sent a chill down his spine. "You wouldn't dare," he stammered, attempting to mask his panic.

But their eyes were cold and unyielding to show any emotions. "We both know how this works. You have something we want, and I suggest you give it to us before this conversation takes a darker turn." Alaric threatened.

As the gravity of the situation settled over the casino, the patrons watched in silence, the game forgotten. Gavino swallowed hard, realizing he was cornered. The stakes had never been higher, and the brothers would stop at nothing to get what they desired. The roulette wheel, once a symbol of chance, now mirrored the dangerous game they were all playing, a game where losing could mean everything.

Gavino's heart raced as he weighed his options. The casino, once a sanctuary of thrill and excitement, felt like a trap now, the walls closing in around him. He glanced at the other players, their faces a mix of shock and curiosity, but no one dared to intervene. The stakes were too high, and everyone knew it.