LOGINJose’s POVThe neon lights of London’s West End usually felt inviting, but tonight, they felt more like a taunt. The city was screaming. Every siren in the distance sounded like it was mourning Marcello, or celebrating the chaos his death was about to unleash.I stood in the VIP corridor at Sin City, watching the forensic team bag evidence like they were picking up trash after a parade. The air tasted like expensive tobacco and copper, or maybe it's because I was actually smoking a cigar. “You’re quiet,” Dante said, stepping up beside me. He looked like he hadn’t slept since the 90s. “We don't see that every day.”“Shut up, dude. I'm just thinking,” I muttered. I looked toward the stairs. “About Marcello?”“The fuck? No. Good riddance to him. He was a shitty father anyway.” I responded. “It's about Luciano. He's losing his mind over that footage. He’s played it forty times in the car alone.”“I think he's just overthinking things. It’s a silhouette, Jose. A shadow in a red dress. Gi
Levi’s POV>>>Location: Switzerland The first thing I saw was the headline.“Business Mogul Marcello De Luca Found Dead in Private Suite.”I didn't react, but just kept scrolling. News of this guy's death was everywhere. I read different articles online and as usual, each one tried to keep it clean using corporate language and careful wording. Stuff like “influential figure”, “private interests”, “ongoing investigation.” All that type of crap. They always did that for reasons I couldn't comprehend. We all know the man didn't get his wealth from all the fake legal businesses he put up as a front. So why dress it up?Stuff like this always pissed me off. I decided to search further, digging deeper into the matter just out of curiosity.And it didn't take long for me to find anonymous sources releasing real information about him backed up by leaked footage and blurry images. And just like that, the truth started bleeding through. Multiple anonymous article headlines, “Mafia ties sus
Luciano’s POVI was halfway through my third call when Dante walked in without knocking. That was unusual. Dante never just barges in. Ever.I ended the call immediately. “What is it?” I asked, wondering what must have made him act so differently today. He didn’t answer right away. Just walked closer, his expression tighter than usual.“Marcello’s dead,” he said.…For a second, I just stared at him. Then I let out a short breath. “That’s not funny.”“I’m not joking,” he said, his facial expression as serious as ever. Silence stretched between us, and I studied his face, believing maybe it was a joke. Which made no sense because Dante had never cracked a joke since I knew him. His face remained serious, and it became apparent that he wasn't joking at all. My jaw tightened. “How?”Dante shook his head slightly. “The details are still messy. But it’s confirmed. He was found in one of his private suites at his club. There were no witnesses and no sign of clear entry.”I leaned back
Mariella's POV I walked into the dimly lit room and closed the door behind me. The place was really stuffy, like all the air had been traded for smoke. I coughed a couple of times, swinging my palm across my face multiple times to clear the smoke out. And then I heard his voice. “And you are?” Marcello. He was sitting on a swivel chair with his back to me. The place was dark, so I couldn't make out exactly what I was seeing. But the moonlight from the window made his silhouette quite clear. He seems to be staring out the window with a smoke pipe in his hand.“I was hoping you would guess by my voice,” I answered. The swivel chair slowly turned around, and he was now facing me. He chuckled softly and shook his head. “You've got guts, kid. I'll give you that,” he said. “To what do I owe this surprise?” “You're not going to ask how I got in here in the first place?” I asked, placing my hand on my hip in a sassy way. He shook his head.“That would be unnecessary,” he said. “You're h
Mariella's POVOf course, it didn't take long for Sophia to spill the beans. It's not like she was one to display any sign of integrity whatsoever. According to her, he was at a club in London that he secretly owned. She texted me the address and a secret code word supposedly only known by insiders. Those were enough for me to get in.From St. Albans to London was like half an hour distance by train. It was a short trip I was willing to take to put an end to this madness. Of course, I couldn't go in the day for two reasons. One, clubs aren't exactly functional during the day. And two, I had no one to watch over the twins, so it made sense to leave when they were already fast asleep. Hence, I decided to wait till nightfall. ----Nightfall finally arrived. I never realized how long twenty-four hours actually was until today. I was basically watching the clock all day till sunset. I tucked the kids in bed rather early tonight, convincing them with the idea of going out for ice cream tom
Mariella's POV“Mama…are we going to the zoo?” Antonio asked as I drove. I wasn't in the best of moods, but I couldn't exactly pour my anger on him. “No, Antonio,” I responded as calmly as my voice would let me. “For the sixth time, we aren't going to the zoo.” He went silent…at least for now.In the meantime, memories of what I saw at the Grand Meridian hotel room replayed countless times in my mind. I clutched the steering wheel tightly, my blood boiling in anger as I consistently restrained myself from stepping on the gas pedal too hard. I didn't even know it was possible to get as angry as I was.I originally planned to go to St. Jude's Convent. But I figured it would be too obvious and Luciano would instantly know where to look. And with what had happened, the last person I wanted to see was Luciano. We eventually drove out of town, arriving at St. Albans at about two o'clock in the afternoon. I drove to the nearest hotel I could find and lodged there with the twins.----It
Mariella’s POVThe world didn’t go silent as usual when I blacked out. This time felt different.Usually, my visions are like watching a movie - distant, like I’m only an observer. But this time felt different. It felt like I was at the center of it all.I saw the shop, but it was bathed in a stran
Mariella's POVThe empty dark room suddenly morphed into an old memory of the Old District. I looked around and saw a couple of outdated cars parked right outside the bustling motel, right after the building I stood in front of, the three-storey building just after the warehouse in the corner.Whi
Mariella’s POV“W-What?” I stuttered. “Don't play dumb with me. I noticed it the last time, too – at the fountain. You see things when you touch people, don't you?” He asked.I was flabbergasted. I didn't know how to wiggle my way out of this one because even if I knew the right words to say to br
Mariella’s POVLuciano was about to walk both of us into a trap. The fact that he totally trusted Dante didn't sit well with me, especially given the vision from the fountain and the words Charlie told me. “Luciano,” I said, grabbing his hand. “I… I need to tell you something. About my father. Abo







