The Don's Sweetener [18+]

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Daily dose of mental health

Kill them with love.

I've been sneaking around the couple of days since I got the information that Ben was going to be away for more time.

I had a couple of insider informations too and I think it was enough to prove that this family deals with the illegal business more then they let on.

I mean, if I stand up and call media people and yell that De'Marco family are a bunch of stupid ass organized criminals, people will throw me in jail, for accusing such rich people.

I need proof.

I need proof so the the police department can get a warrant to raid the estates.

But it's gonna be hard as fuck. To find some proof that is.

And that's what had gotten me here in the first place. I cursed as the freezing air from the jumbo air conditioner hit my back.

I was going ice from being here for just five minutes.

Dumb me. Coming to a godown that had people in black masks working there ass off under zero degrees of temperature.

Now I wish that I haven't sneaked down.

Early in the morning today, I was doing my homework, minding my own business in the parlor table after breakfast. A moment later I felt my bladder screaming to be emptied and hurried off to the bathroom for guests on the first floor.

Dramatic. I know. But it was like God himself wanted me to go and pee and find out about their secret evil master plan.

Coming back to the parlor, from the door way I saw five guys along with Hades talking in absolute pute Italian with an English word thrown here and there, standing in a circle at the center of the living room.

From their broken and poor English I could make out the words, drugs, shipment, underground, basement, money, chemist.

After the total of six guys left the living room, I was shocked.

This could be my chance. I thought.

Just if I get the recording. Just a little bit.

Or even bits of their conversation.

The De'Marco family is gone and reduced to ashes once the news comes out viral and shown in every TV channel.

So I did what I do best. Acted. I stayed still till they walked through the stairs to the second floor, as soon as the route was clear I run through the stairs to the second floor only to catch the glimpse of the small group walking through an archway I have never been pass.

I follow them quietly, hiding behind the pillars that supported the roof of the upper floor.

Surprisingly there were no guards today. But outside people seldom come through this place, it's what I think banned for anyone without a upper class company.