Chapter 6

Vladimir:

“She did deserve it” I told Luka who shook his head as we left the house. I nodded at the men to pick up her lifeless body as we entered the car. The woman got what she deserved. It was her who decided not to cooperate, and regardless of knowing that she was lying, she still continued to lie.

“At least we found the papers we were searching for, or some of them. No wonder Lorenzo kept her here. It would have been impossible to actually suspect that she would have anything in relation with him, his businesses, or who he is here” Luka said as he handed me a file. The rest were being gathered by the men as they searched for anything that could be of use. It turned out that the woman had a room UNDER her living room. It was where she was hiding the documents that we needed.

“Fake her flight. We already have her tone, have her send Lorenzo a call that she was traveling to Italy. We would figure the rest out later. However, for now, it would be best that he believed that she was away rather than dead. These papers, we’ll get copies of them, then things would be returned back here in case he decides to come a ‘visit’ his mistress” I said and Luka nodded. We still had a lot to take care of and judging by what we just gathered, it seemed like Lorenzo was one active man.

He was an enemy that we all didn’t associate with. We rarely associated with Italians anyway, but he was a different circumstance. Lorenzo was a solo man that even his allying families didn’t trust.

“We need to head home. Have the men check if anyone was watching or if any cameras were around the house. I cannot afford a mistake that could end up harming Eliana. We’ll be heading to the Volkov’s place later. There we can see what they would have to say about this” I said and Luka nodded.

I listened to Luka as he gave his orders frowning at the numbers that I saw. The man was making fortunes and to my surprise, was even sending them around to different people. All who had no names or pennames. They could even be women like Beatrice for all we knew. Either way, everything we found could be of us.

“Boss?”

“We need to give these to Viktor. As a cop, he could trace where the transactions were going without causing a stir” Luka frowned as I handed him the file. These couldn’t just be normal auctions that the man was going to, not here, and not even at Russia. Whatever he did at Italy didn’t concern me, but what he did in our two places was something that I couldn’t just simply allow. Him having this much access to our market without being traced was something that I didn’t understand. However, knowing of it now, I knew that his games wouldn’t be lasting for long.

“What the fuck?”

“Yea, exactly, what the fuck?”

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“Vladimir” Anastasia said, nodding at the maids to go inside after they’ve closed the door. Luka and I stood in front of her as she crossed her arms over her chest, hugging the jacket that she was wearing “Elijah and Yaroslav have some work to take care of, but they wouldn’t be long…”

“Actually, we came here to see you” I said stopping her. Anastasia frowned in confusion, and I showed her the file, handing it to her “there are a few things that you might need to know”

She raised her hand to stop me, motioning for us to follow her toward her office. It was where she, Sebastian, and Viktor worked when they were taking care of the Verone case. They have struggled to find things on the bastard, and judging by the looks of the place; she was busy doing her own search about Lorenzo.

“Need I ask who did you kill to get a hold of this? I’m sure Lorenzo didn’t just leave it hanging, and I’m a hundred percent sure that he didn’t give it to you to borrow” Anastasia stated putting the file on the table which was in the middle of the room. Luka closed the door behind him. We all knew that this room was sound proof. Elijah had it designed specifically for duties like this. She walked toward the bar which was inside he room, opening a bottle of whiskey, one that Viktor must have brought; I knew that she didn’t drink when she worked.

Pouring us two glasses, she handed one to me and the other to Luka and sat on top of her desk, waiting for us to explain what happened. We told her what happened and what we found inside Beatrice’s house “so, you just simply found the girl and believed that the information that she had were true?”

“No, it wouldn’t have been that simple. Eliana snatched Lorenzo’s phone at the auction. She left it for us to find. When we did, Beatrice was calling” I explained and she nodded.

“How is Eliana, by the way? Any news from her?” Anastasia asked. She, like me, was against Eliana risking her life the way that she was. Even Nikolay tried talking my wife out of this, but my stubborn beauty got her way eventually.

“Lorenzo let her out of whatever den he was keeping her in. I’m not sure how things are going yet, but I know that there’s progress” I said and Anastasia nodded.

“What do you plan on doing with the information you found?” She asked looking at the file.

“Actually, that’s one of the reasons I came here for” Anastasia shook her head, waiting for me to continue. I knew that if I could trust someone to work on this along my side, it would be the Volkov family. The Ivanov family were doing their part of the search for Lorenzo’s son who we knew was somewhere at New York, the Volkov family being here only made things easier when it came to seeing one another “the main reason I came was because I want you to trace the phone where Eliana sent me a message. I’m not sure where she is…”

“That wouldn’t be difficult…”

“I want it to be done without being detected by the system” I said stopping her.

“You tend to forget that doing things legally can slip out of the system” she said reminding me of the fact that she was once a cop “don’t worry, I’ll manage my way and let you know of what I’ve found. What else?”

“I need to make identical copies of these files” I said picking up the file and opening it, showing her the documents that were inside “and I think that you could use a copy of them”

“What do you mean?”

“Whatever businesses have been going on between Lorenzo and whoever he’s dealing with; some of them happened here, at Los Angeles. That isn’t something that you as cops allow, the Romanov, or the Volkov families allowed. Therefore, him doing it away from Mafia Safe Grounds wasn’t allowed, legally or not…”

“Wait, wait, wait, you’re expecting me to put Lorenzo D’Angelo on a wanted list?” Anastasia asked stopping me.

“What better way to stir the cops into moving than this, right?”