The Mob Boss's Retribution [18+]

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The theory of  Anne Baguette seemed to make sense when I originally came up with it.

It don't anymore.

I sat with a pencil and a notebook and Roman's laptop that I sneaked from his office, watching the surveillance footage from that night, while eating animal cracker with melted cheese.

It doesn't make any sense.

I could see Angelo and Ariel, arguing in that room and than-

Not a sight I'd watch so I skipped five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Twenty minutes.

Jesus! Devil-o on viagra or some shit?

Twenty seven minutes skipping the tape, I saw Ariel walk toward the bathroom.

Angelo walking back to his chair, lighting up a cigarette.

Me and Roman entering.

I ask Devil-o something he replies and we have a ten second starring contest before we scamper to the bathroom.

The bathroom doesn't have a surveillance camera.

The logic leaves me with a headache.

They wouldn't want to see their boss shitting or showering but rather watch him have sex-

I'm absolutely disgusted.

I watch the tape while we were in the bathroom.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nobody moves.

Not even air passes.

That bitch must be in the bathroom.

Sighing I push the laptop off my chest where I placed it as I was laying on my back.

I've watched this tape for more then three times yet, I fail to find something.

Anything.

Roman said he'd come back around nine when he left Ariel's home this morning.

The bastard wasn't here yet.

It was already eleven thirty.

Should've stayed with Ariel instead of here.

The inn is scary when I am alone and guards are positioned at almost every door.

I dip the elephant shaped cracker into the cheese and put it in my mouth while I resume watching what happened after.

Me and Roman left, Angelo came out, sat in the chair.