Elysian Tragedy

Τεσσερα-𝕱𝖔𝖚𝖗

Italians POV

The three brothers had come to Bulgaria alone, except for their usual security team which consisted of 5 trusted members. They began their quest early, so as to not raise any suspicion, since the police force wasn't on their payroll, yet.

"Che cazzo è questo?" ( what the fuck is this) said Dario menacingly.

"Slavia Ice Sports center" read Leonardo out loud.

"That bastardo intelligente uses a fucking ice rink as a cover up" spoke Marco icily.

"How the fuck are we going to murder that cazzo with people constantly here?"asked Leonardo.

"Stai zitto! We go ,in search for him and use a silencer , now move" (shut it) grunted Dario.

As they searched through the abandoned rink they found nothing, not even the cocaine, however they found where he used to hide it. He must've been expecting a new cargo which meant that Agafonov would make an appearance sooner or later.

Armonia POV
4:45 am

I was the first one out of bed. I have a regimen ,I do every morning and it requires me getting up at this hour. I always wash my face, use moisturizer and light makeup, mascara, blush and of course highlighter. Then I begin my infamous bun that requires a tight ponytail. Maria mocks me that it's so tight that one day I'll pass out. Perks of having OCD ,I can't have any flyways bothering me.

Boarding the team's bus almost everyone fell asleep, despite the fact that it was just a 15' minute drive. My coach wanted to ensure that we had private ice, and since the cost couldn't skyrocket, our practice hours were either early in the morning or late at night. I loved it though, we had the whole building to ourselves, since the owner rarely made an appearance.

Pulling up in the ice rink parking lot, I see a total black Bentley. That is unusual, usually the rink is completely empty at this time. I payed no mind. Today I had to be extra focused, we were meeting with the local choreographer ,so that he could construct our programs for competitions. Perhaps it was his car. We weren't a huge group, ten people, nine athletes and my coach. However our team consisted of 3 men and six women all training for the grand prix circuit. The closest person to a friend here was Maria, the others I barely knew.

Walking through the doors I was definitely surprised. My coach, Joan, mentioned that the choreographer was a Greek immigrant and an old friend. Standing before me were three men, and they were certainly not old. The first one looks young, about my age and has a boyish charm, the second on looks a bit older, but he is very handsome. Then my eyes fall On the last one. He looks the oldest, towering above the other two, he looks smoking hot. He is positively huge, extremely unusual for male athletes of this sport. His face is god-like. But he exudes  danger, and authority, not your typical choreographer but oh well. I approach the oldest one and tentatively extend my arm.

'Good Morning, it's a pleasure working with you, Joan has spoken highly of you, I trust you've heard the music choice?' I spoke confidently in fluent Greek.

Silence. He looks at my hand, with his smoldering brown orbs, and then he shakes my hand firmly not saying anything back. I was in a daze, he was even more handsome up close, I was pretty sure I was drooling by now. My coach roughly nudges me.

"Αρμονια αυτός δεν ειναι ο χορογράφος, άσε το χέρι του αμέσως''
(Armonia this is not the choreographer, release his hand this instant) she spoke roughly.

I quickly withdrew my arm, and casted my eyes to the floor.

Dario Cesár De Vito POV

After searching for that figlio di puttana all over the compound. I decided that it was of no use. If this cazzo decided to appear we would be waiting for him at the entrance. Besides it was 5 in the morning, and no one other than him or his suppliers were bound to show up.

Suddenly I hear a car engine come to a stop, it sounded like a truck, that must be his supplier. I was elated. Not only would I get to kill this bastardo, but I would be able to target his supplier as well and make sure the familia expanded its reach all the way to Bulgaria.

I signal the boys and we prepare our guns, when I hear a woman's voice. We retreat our weapons and wearily eye the door. I look down at my phone ready to signal the security ,waiting outside , to shoot anyone they see dead. When I look up, my eyes lock with a strikingly beautiful woman. She was tall with piercing emerald eyes and full lips, her ebony hair were up In a tight updo making her appear fiercer, she had a Mediterranean tan making me wonder if she was Italian, she sure looked the part. To top it all of, a body that models would be jealous of, needless to say, I was intrigued.

She was checking me out rather bluntly, it was sort of endearing. As I went to snap her out of her trance she comes up to me speaks in a foreign language and gives me her hand. I can tell from her accent that she is Greek, this was going to be more fun than I thought. The older woman, in her forties comes up to her and tells her something that makes her pull away. I direct my gaze to the green eyed beauty expectedly, awaiting her next sentence.

Armonia POV

Holy shit. I just went up to a complete stranger and blabbered Greek nonsense to this poor guy, by the look on his face he hadn't understood a thing. My coach spoke perfect English, yet she looked pale and refrained from speaking to them directly. The silence was going on for so long, or so it seemed until i broke it.

We had exactly 3 hours and then we had to leave for gym training, we were wasting valuable time, with an edge to my voice I spoke, in English this time.

"My apologies, however we have booked for a private session, so if you could kindly exit, that would be ideal"

The middle guy smirked, then it faded into a dark look as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Caro is this any way to talk to the investors of this rink? "

His voice deep and threatening, still I had a bitchy façade on, who does this guy think he is? I should be running laps right now instead of wasting my time like that.

'Armonia we should start now, get rid of them and hurry up inside, 30 laps' spoke my coach irritably. As the others left, I was left alone to deal with this mess, great.

"Look, I really don't care if you want to stay, but filming is prohibited so keep that in mind" I spoke and turned to leave.

"We are actually here to talk to the owner"

His deep voice, made me stop.

"Good luck with that"

Heyy😇 Please comment your thoughts on the story so far, next chapter is going to have even more action. Are you guys interested in seeing the photos of the individuals of the book that I have chosen? Let me know❤️ I also wanted to mention, that the translations from Greek to English are always accurate, however  since I don't speak italian, Italian translations may not be accurate since they are from google, so please keep that in mind 😘