Destiny Has It's Own Plan

chapter 3

[Song dedicated-playing with fire by Sam tinnesz, yacht money]

Somewhere in northern base of muerte gang

"dov'è quell'idiota di Alexander?" Vitalio asked with a look of frustration.

"Signore, abbiamo chiamato Alexander, una ragazza ha risposto alla chiamata e ha detto che Alexander se n'era andato dieci minuti fa" replied Vitalio's right-hand man.

" Parla in grande ma quando si tratta di lavoro è un incompetente numero uno "He yelled on the face of his subordinates, adding "Se deve venire, verrà, altrimenti potrà andare all'inferno"

"Questo accordo è importante per noi. Se perdiamo l'accordo, il capo ci seppellirà vivi. Non possiamo assolutamente perdere questo accordo" Vitalio cautioned his gang members, terrifying them.

"Sto per iniziare la riunione, se non c'è niente di importante non disturbare nel frattempo" he stated as he walked rigidly towards the conference room "sì capo"

After Vitalio departed, everyone finally relaxed and released the tension they had been holding in his presence."Those two are constantly at each other's throats," remarked one man as he wiped the sweat from his brow."You have no idea, they've been feuding for years," added another man with a scar.

"Ding."

The man with the scar raised his eyebrow and asked, "Who is the message from?" Concealing his phone, the other person replied, "It's not important for you to know."

As the man in black watched the scarred man depart, he quickly reached for his phone to make a call.The man confidently informed the person on the other end that everything was ready, including sealing off all emergency exits to ensure their plan goes smoothly.

The man dressed in black quickly made his way to locate the man with the scar.Upon finding him, he coerced him to follow outside of the run-down hotel, deceiving him in the process.

After the unnecessary gang member departed, the chaos truly began.The entire hotel erupted in flames, rapidly growing without the awareness of those who remained indoors.

In the conference room, Vitalio was engaged in a detailed discussion with the Moranis about a lucrative smuggling deal worth millions of dollars.

The successful completion of the deal filled Vitalio with joy and excitement as he eagerly anticipated sharing the good news with his boss.

He reached for a glass of water on the table to alleviate the discomfort of his sore throat, a gesture that was mirrored by the others in the room.

Although the meeting room was running smoothly, chaos reigned outside as every guard on patrol was met with a violent end, destined for the realm of the death god. The white masked men and their ruthless allies showed no mercy as they carried out the killings.

Just as Vitalio was preparing to escort the Moranis out of the building, the door was suddenly kicked in with great force.In the doorway stood an unexpected intruder - a man wearing a white mask with no visible face, carrying a bloody dagger and a rifle.The man greeted them with a chilling "ciao signori," making the situation even more sinister.