Old Mob Money (COMPLETE)

Ch. 6 The Mob is onto it!

Location: Unknown (On A Need to know basis only)
Date: Sunday 9th December, 2018
Time: 3:30am

Matteo reaches his desk, and located the report Vincenzo had left there hours before.
Having listened to News and radio reports, Matteo was completely aware that Police were under the impression that his crew was guilty of the murder of this CEO of Westpac Bank.
And yes, normally a bullet to the head with a silenced gun is an Italian Mob signature move, however... as leader of the Italian Mob, Matteo knew he didn't order that hit. He had questioned his men, and organised the questioning of all the runners.. definitely none of his men had anything to do with it.
Tapping his fingers impatiently on his desk, he contemplated who could be brave or more so stupid enough to imitate the mob?
And then without even realising he was doing it, he opened the file Vincenzo had left for him.
He was well aware of his sisters new job. The one his mother tried to convince him she had been 'Studying Online' for. Haha! What a joke!
He'd had his tech guy hack her computer from afar.
Remote access is such an amazing tool. Lol!
Perusing her search history, he'd been able to ascertain that she had gone so far as to google courses, but never enrolled, logged in, or submitted anything.
Her 'weekly' wages from her three 'menial' jobs ceased altogether, but irregular large sums of money had started to turn up in Rosalina's bank account less than a month after their argument.
As he began to scan the first few photo's, of her having lunch with Mum, or driving to the park etc, the memory of the argument sprang to mind..

"..I don't care what you think princess! 'Daddy' is no longer here to pay for everything for you!" I snapped at Rosalina.

Dad had only been gone for 2 months. With Rosalina working and studying, Mum was getting lonely. Rosalina had researched some places, and found one that Mum liked, and all she needed was some money for the deposit.

She had made an appointment with me, to discuss the possibility of me paying it for her.
"As you can tell if you decided to open your ears instead of your arsehole. It's. For. MUM. She has told me she gets lonely now that Dad is gone. I'm both studying and working to make a better life for myself. But Mum made it clear. She does not want to lose our family home! Please! Matteo! Find it in your heart to help in some way!" She both shouted, then pleaded with me.
I looked down at her with my faded blue eyes, and virtually spat my response of "You're a big girl now, Rosie, put on your 'big girl panties' and handle it like a good girl!" Then patted her on the head twice, like she's some insolent bloody child! Messed up her hair (on purpose), and sauntered off!

Snapping back to reality, a particular photo caught his eye.
Matteo smiled to himself, thinking "I've pieced it all together now!"
And with that, he began to plan.

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Location: Sydney CBD
Date: Sunday 9th December, 2018
Time: 4:15am

Matteo and his top three most trusted men, Vincenzo, Franco, and Mario headed up the main drag of Sydney's CBD.
They were each armed with the same, three, semi-grainy photographs, that they were trying to put names to!
They split into pairs, and took a stack of photo's each, and Matteo took the fourth pile of photo's, the 'clearest' one's, then set off on a "door-to-door" of the businesses in Sydney's CBD, to see if these 3 halfwits had been seen around town before the shooting! If so? It was simply a case of using the street cam footage to track them. Potentially back to their accommodation, their boss, their next heist...!
Even the idea of catching up with the "king of the rats" had Matteo's large feet encased in his patent leather shoes, moving along the footpath completely oblivious to the 36 degree celsius temperature of the day!
Even at 9am, it was shaping up to be a horribly hot day. Poor Franco! He damn near had to run to keep up with Matteo! Until he glanced down at a photograph of his, and didn't notice Matteo stop and stiffen his tall but well built frame. As a result, Franco slammed into his back. Being a solid foot shorter than Matteo didn't help Franco's cause, so his nose was sore after literally hitting a wall of muscle between Matteo's shoulder blades.
Franco pulled back, rubbing his sore nose tenderly, and said "Matteo? What's up, my man? Why slam the brakes on?"
Matteo only barely noticed Franco was there!
"Sorry? Oh, Franco! Sorry Bro! I didn't see- I mean, I forgot you w-"
Interrupting Matteo's sentence, a bubbly shop attendant had approached them. "Good Morning! How's your timing!? We're only just opening! What is it with people lining up and waiting for me to unlock the door of late? It's honestly creepy! Hahaha!" She giggled, wrapping a blonde tendril around and between her fingers, and batting her fake eyelashes trying to gain Matteo's gaze. Matteo's interest was immediately peaked. He grabbed his copies of all three photo's and asked her, "Were any of these three people, the early people, waiting for the store to open?" And as a veil had been lifted, Matteo finally noticed the blonde, playing with her hair and batting her fake eyelashes in his direction, so he plied her with his winning megawatt killer smile, and added "You would be helping me out so very much-" he glanced down at her name tag, then back to her eyes, "Natasha. May I call you Tasha? Have you had your morning coffee yet?"
Immediately, Natasha blushed, and became flustered. "I'm happy to help! Nah, haven't had my morning coffee yet. I w-w-would love a caramel latte if at all p-p-possible? I don't want to be a bother though!"
Franco immediately took off for the Starbucks located 2 doors down to place the order of one Caramel latte, one macchiato for Matteo, and an ordinary latte for himself. And also show them his copy of the photographs and see if they've seen anything.
Matteo meanwhile, had linked arms with Natasha and walked her into the store, and showed her the photographs, and amid gently flirting with her, he peppered he with questions.
"Tasha, beautiful, do you recognise any of these faces? You seem like such a people person!"
Tasha flipped her long hair back over her shoulder as she giggled and blushed, and said "Yeah, that was what I was hired for! I'm not just a pretty face!" She giggled again, and flipped her hair again, causing her white button up blouse, with the top three buttons undone, to stretch and pull across her ample boobs. "Yeah, I think I recognise all three of those faces. They are the ones that have been here early."
Matteo's heart began to race. He couldn't believe he had hit jackpot so fast!
He leaned in closer, and his lips almost grazed her ear, so when he asked his next question, his hot breath tickled Tasha's neck. "On what days were they early sweetheart? Oh look, here's your coffee" Tasha shivered, then blushed profusely and refused to meet Franco's eyes, like she had done something wrong, or was a naughty child.
Franco approached them both with a tray of coffee's for them, and he handed them out, a gentle, yet gruff expression on his face, knowing exactly what angle Matteo was taking. Tasha thanked him shyly, still twirling her blonde hair around her fingers on one hand and her gaze never leaving her feet.

Matteo then patiently, despite not feeling patient at all, awaited Tasha's response to his last question.
After almost 5 mins of awkward silence, Matteo says to Franco "Can you please begin the canvas of the next 2 shops on either the left or the right bro? I'll text you once we're done here, and I'll go in the opposite direction to you so we don't double up" as he grabbed his turquoise tie, which stood out startlingly compared to his jet black tailored suit, and black button up shirt, and black leather belt. Franco nodded in agreement, and replied "I'll head to the left bro, not a worry. I'll hear from you soon. Pleased to meet you Bella Donna!"
(Beautiful Girl ~ Italian)
And then Franco left Myer, in the Sydney CBD, to go next door.
Matteo meanwhile, moved back over to Tasha, who's furious blushing at Franco's compliment had left her almost in a head to toe blush, was making Matteo chuckle. "Now lovely, would you happen to remember which face was early on what day? It would be so amazingly helpful, I would even buy you dinner!" Tasha giggled and hair flipped again, causing the boob ripple in her top, which wasn't going completely unnoticed by Matteo, then picked up the photographs to study them closely again. She then asked Matteo "Do you have a pen, and do you mind if I write on these? I'll give you as much detail as I can remember!"

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