LOGINWhen Armand was taken to the hospital for what seemed to be a fatal drug overdose, he thought it was the end of him. His brain had not fully recovered from the previous overdose he had suffered only days earlier, and the fact that he had stopped breathing for some time was something very few people, if any, would survive.
They pumped his stomach, put him on a ventilator, heart monitor, and every medical support tool they could provide to Armand Lombardo that night, and he miraculously defied the odds and started breathing again.
Pasquale was the first person on site after the Chef answered his phone and called emergency. The boy was limp on his bed with white foam coming out of his mouth. His eyes flipped, and he could only see the white parts from his parted eyelids. He wasn’t breathing, and he looked very much dead.
The first and last thing on his mind was, where is Ariana?
The Chef said she was nowhere to be found. She was calling them for dinner and got no answer. Once she decided to peek into the bedroom, Armand’s body was all she could find.
What happened there that night? It must have something to do with Arturo’s head and limbs that were left on his porch that same night. Had she taken off again with her kidnapper?
Pasquale LaPenna was a man of honor and hard work. His job was to ensure that the Lombardo and Montenero family legacy was taken care of and maintained. So he did what was best at the time. He made sure the doctors took every measure possible to keep the only heir of the Lombardo family alive, while the missing one could wait.
Armand’s chances of surviving were very bleak. Even if he were to be able to come back from his coma, he might have permanent brain damage. There was less than a 1% chance of him fully recovering from the ordeal.
Pasquale had to come up with new plans—elaborate plans to keep the family business running, maintain power, and stay on top of the hierarchy. The family was suddenly in a very vulnerable state, with Armand lying helpless in the hospital and Ariana’s disappearance. The other families were making allies here and there and plotting against them.
He was an experienced man. He had been in the business longer than most of the other family members, and he knew exactly how to play the game.
He could see how these young generations were not equipped for the duties. It takes courage, sacrifice, and dedication to keep the family running. Armand was too young and volatile. He was reckless with his wife, and Ariana was hurt. That was all there was to it. He had known these kids since they were little, and he was sure neither of them had the bones to kill each other.
So he lets her disappear while he waits for what fate awaits Armand at the end of his unconscious state. He keeps the business running to show the other families that the Lombardo-Montenero estate is as strong as it has ever been. He shows no mercy to those who violate the rules, but he knows he can’t keep the status quo for very long if Armand eventually does not wake up from his coma.
Five months have passed, and the boy opened his eyes.
They had just opened, staring blankly into nothing. There was no other movement, no response to sound or touch, just the eyes.
The doctors said it was common for coma patients to awaken gradually; whether he would come back fully into his usual state or not was yet to be seen. He would be put under surveillance and would have to undergo many therapies in the future. At that moment, Armand Lombardo was nothing more than a zombie, a person coming back from the dead.
“Tell no one,” Pasquale instructed the entire hospital to keep the lid on the news. He demanded that no word be spoken about Armand’s condition until they could be sure that he had recovered cognitively from the coma. So when the news hit the TV stations, Armand had been awake for nearly two weeks and was able to respond to questions.
When he finally spoke, the first word that came out of his mouth was “Ariana.”
He remembered his wife. That much, Pasquale could work on. Things were not that simple, though. Ariana was a loose cannon; she never showed any interest in continuing her family’s legacy, and she had made herself disappear twice since she was married. Even if he could find her and get her back, would she be able to be relied upon to keep the business running?
Pasquale had thought about it, which is why he approached Cossimo’s cousin, Massimo, and his son, Matteo, to join him in preserving the family legacy. This, too, would create another problem once the young Don had awakened.
The Pit can be accessed through multiple entries. To go in through the Russians’ regular entrance would be the biggest mistake he could ever make. He was experienced enough to summarize Pearl’s information and work his way in.The manhole behind the 24-hour K-Mart in the back alley of Union Street was a good start. He had calculated the distance from the entrance Pearl had mentioned, and it would be a safe distance for him to penetrate the enemy’s lair. He climbed down the hole when no one was watching and put on his ski mask.With a flashlight in one hand and a knife in the other. A gun would be his last resort. He didn’t want to attract any attention from the loud sound, especially from the people above the ground who might hear it and call the police.He had walked for fifteen minutes in the tunnels. He started to doubt if Pearl had told him the truth about The Pit. But then he saw someone. He was holding a rifle and standing in front of a barred passageway opening. Jackpot, he was
They call it The Pit. Lancaster had an underground utility system that they had closed in the 2000s. The Russians had been building their enterprise in those tunnels undetected because no one was using them anymore. They’ve been storing their products, creating a lab, and making chambers throughout the connecting channels under the city.While the government and the families thought they had just arrived and had their parties on boats, they cemented their presence right under their noses. It’s where they hide from the all-seeing eyes of the mob families while they penetrate the city to expand their business. It was their factory, their office, their prison, and their headquarters at the same time.No one outside the Russian mob knew about it except the girls they regularly brought in to please their men. They were always blindfolded, but the blindfolds would eventually come off once they were down there. They could recognize the points of entry and the markings on the walls and figure
He strolled the streets of Lancaster, trying to figure out where the Lombardos were hiding. He wasn’t the only one looking for them. He knew locating the most wanted Don’s secret hideaway was a tough job. He was left out, and no one inside was contacting him. Not even Joey.The villa was empty, and the main house was dead silent. The operation had been moved elsewhere, and everyone was lying low, waiting for the family’s next instruction. He had to be patient. Soon enough, there would be information once the family felt it was safe enough to start moving again.The painkiller had worn off. His arm was throbbing. He realized there was nothing he could do for the time being, so he went back to his place to clean himself up.A long hot shower would help him think better. He needed it. Prague was still caked all over him. He unraveled the bandage from the clinic that was now smeared with dirt.“Let me help you with that,” Pearl’s voice interrupted his thoughts.He glanced at her through t
She knew she was on her own when she saw the car that took Xander off on its separate way. There was no one to cover for her, no one to back her up, and no one to take her to safety if anything went wrong. Everything was going wrong. Or was it? Armand was quiet since they entered the car. He may have gotten some sleep on their flight, and whatever drugs and booze he had consumed might have worn off, but his quiet had never been a good thing for her.She convinced him she needed to use the bathroom, so they made an emergency stop at a rest area. She ignored Armand’s annoyed look when she stepped out of the car, with three men waiting outside the bathroom. That’s when she dumped her phone. She broke the phone in two, submerged it in water, and finally covered it with tissues from the trash before throwing it in a particular bin for women’s pads.She swallowed hard before returning to the car and breathed a little easier. She was on her own, but at least she had no evidence that could je
“I can’t get hold of Joey … he’s not answering his phone,” Xander said to Tony.There was a pause on the other side of the line. “Things are getting out of hand … I have sources that told me some of our agents are compromised.”“Do you think Joey’s been found out?” he stopped his motorbike to hear better through the phone.“I don’t know, I can’t be sure … but the Lombardo is cutting all communication from the outside; nobody knows where they are … look, Diego, I think you need to sit this one out,” Tony said.“What? No! They want me back on duty. They only send me away to treat my wound.” His brain was thinking hard. “They couldn’t possibly find out anything about me … can they?”Tony didn’t respond.“Tony! They can’t find anything about me, could they?” he shouted.“I don’t know,” Tony said reluctantly.“Fuck!! You promised me there’s no way they could find anything about me! And yet I saw my face on the news a few hours ago, and now you’re telling me what? Is she in danger?” he aske
It was quiet in the apartment’s vicinity. The streets were empty, illuminated by dim lights, and the night went as if nothing had happened. It was as if the whole world was not on his back looking for ways to destroy him, or at least that’s how it was in his head.He climbed up the stairs to reach Pearl’s apartment. Before he knocked on the door, it was opened hastily, and two tiny arms welcomed him with the warmest embrace.“I thought you were dead,” she cried. Her lips made their way to kiss him so passionately and desperately, as if it was the last thing she was going to do in this life. “It was all over the news … I thought you were dead,” she repeated.He could taste her tears in her kiss and the depth of her fear. He pushed her into the room and closed the door behind him. “You can’t stay here,” he broke away from her. “We need to leave … now,” he said.She stared at him for a moment, still wiping away the tears from her cheeks. “But … where would I go?”“They know where you liv







