or's

ned warehouse. The warehouse seemed like a place they had forgotten for ages, the walls we

decision I had made in my life, but

es. It has to happen now or never. I've heard stories about this place, about the man that ruled it. They said

was, standing in

face covered in a mask, his eyes dark and suspicious. He was tall, built l

l do you want

elf not to waver under his relen

essing me like I was some unwanted pr

just happened

st walk in here and d

at him. "I know who he is. And I know

. Instead he became more fur

plain myself. I nee

th, clearly unimpressed. "P

ing until I d

ome balls, kid." He turned to the other guar

elt protecti

he muttered, stepping forw

ut? Go ahead. But I guarantee he's goi

oward the gun at his side. But before he could

him

lightly at the order. For a moment, he looked like h

me," h

mp in my throat an

felt like a graveyard, it was lifeless, except for the faint echoes of distant conversations. I walked pa

en I s

ouse, behind a large wooden desk, w

black shirt, the sleeves rolled up, showing off his scars and perfectly dr

s hands folded together. "You'

e strong and dangerous.

breath. "

ghtly, as if judgin

or Ro

reply before I spoke ag

uch I figured. What I don't know is why I should care. A lot of peop

r my own gain, to get what I wanted. "It'

curbed in my lips. His fingers tapped im

e name rolling off his to

" I n

game," he murmured. "What

ent. "Not enough. But what I do

ine as he repeated aft

dly. "She was sold to hi

n of the Italian Mafi

expression dar

nteresting

couldn't tell him I was

ce stretched

et out a l

mily sold your daughter to Alessio De Luca. An

es

on me. I could see him debating on whether he could trust me or not and I

I get in retu

y want? He has everything he needs right here. "I'll do whatever

was worth the trouble. Then, without breaking

inside. Tr

rough hands grabbed my arms, pulling me tow

ed, but the man in t

the family,"

*******

Pers

inst his knee. His eyes lingered on the spot where Vict

g around the phone. The line rang twice,

sked immediately, cutti

end hesitated. "I don't

n the phone tightened the more. "Don't fucking pla

e." The man on the oth

witched. He let out a

hell is he sti

.we thought he was gone. There were reports,

st the desk. The sound echoed through the warehous

breath, trying to

dangerously low. "I don't care what

tammered once m

growled before sla