LOGINImran POVThe more pieces I found, the worse everything looked.At this point, I wasn't even surprised anymore.Every time Pierre and I uncovered something new, it led to another question, another connection, another reason to understand why my father had disappeared without a trace.I sat at the dining table with papers spread around me, half-empty coffee beside my elbow, my eyes burning from staring at the same names for hours.The same damn names.Again.And again.And again.At first, I thought I was imagining it.I thought exhaustion was making me connect dots that weren't really connected.But after the fifth time?The sixth?No.That wasn't a coincidence, that was a pattern. A dangerous one.I rubbed my face and leaned back in my chair.The records Pierre helped me recover were incomplete, but they weren't useless.Far from it.My father had hidden information everywhere.Accounts.Transactions.Meeting records.Old correspondence.Pieces of a puzzle scattered across years.Ind
༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒The mistake people made about betrayal was assuming it announced itself.It didn't.Betrayal was quiet.Patient.It sat beside you at meetings, shook your hand, shared drinks with you, then sold pieces of your life when you weren't looking.The truly dangerous traitors weren't the greedy ones.They were the convinced ones.The ones who believed they were doing the right thing.Those were the bastards that got people killed.I stood near the office window, staring down at the city below. Rain had fallen most of the morning, leaving the streets dark and reflective, every passing headlight turning the pavement into streaks of gold and white.Behind me, Marco finished speaking."So you think the leak is still active."I glanced over my shoulder."I know it is."The room fell quiet.Nobody argued.Nobody questioned it.At this point, they couldn't.Too many things had gone wrong.Too many operations had been anticipated.Too many movements had been predicted.The evidenc
༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒Something was wrong.I knew it before I had proof.Hell, I knew it before I could even explain it.For weeks, information had been moving through the family in ways that didn't make sense. Operations that should have remained private were somehow anticipated. Meetings were being watched. Routes were being avoided before we even used them.At first, it looked like coincidence.Then it started happening too often.Coincidences were for idiots.Patterns were different.And I was looking at a pattern.The conference room fell silent as I flipped through the reports spread across the table.Three operations.Three separate teams.Three different leaks.The same result.Someone knew too much.Someone inside the family was talking.Nobody around the table said a word.Vinny's absence still lingered over everything, even weeks later.People didn't mention him.Didn't ask questions.Didn't discuss what happened.But they felt it.The entire organization felt different now.L
༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒I stopped seeing the file as paper a long fucking time ago. At first, it had just looked like scattered information, random transactions, heating accounts, names without context, coded notes that barely made sense unless you stared at them long enough to make yourself miserable. Back then, I thought the hardest part was figuring out what my father had been involved in.Now? Now I understood the real problem, it wasn't about what he knew, it was about who else knew it too.Rain hammered softly against the windows while I sat cross-legged on the floor of Pierre’s apartment, papers spread around me in uneven piles, empty coffee cups sitting forgotten near the couch. The room smelled like exhaustion and cigarette smoke, the kind that settled permanently into walls no matter how many windows you opened. Pierre stood near the kitchen counter, flipping through another stack of documents while muttering curses under his breath. “This shitvid fucking impossible to follow,” he
༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒The problem with betrayal was that it never started loudly. People liked to imagine betrayal as something dramatic, something obvious, a knife on a table, a confession, a gunshot in the dark. But real betrayal? Real betrayal was subtle as fuck. It hit itself inside patterns, inside time in, inside information moving a little too fast and the wrong direction. And lately, I had been seeing too many fucking patterns. I stood near the window of my office, the city glowing beneath the rain while Carlo explained the details of the interceptor shipment behind me. His voice blended into the background at some point, my attention drifting towards the papers spread across my desk instead.Dates. Routes. Times. Movements. Too clean. Every hit against us over the last few months had looked random on the surface, but once I started stripping away the noise, something on the next became impossible to ignore. They weren't guessing anymore, they were anticipating, that changed
༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒I noticed it before anyone said a fucking word.It was in the way conversation slowed down when I entered a room, the way eyes lingered a second too long before looking away, the way certain men acknowledged Raffaele immediately but barely looked at me unless they absolutely had to. Nobody challenged me openly, not yet, but I could feel it sitting underneath everything like a loaded gun waiting for the safety to come off. Suspicion. Disapproval. Maybe even resentment. And honestly? I couldn't even blame them. A few months ago, I had been drowning in debt, running from loan sharks, trying to survive one disaster at a time. Now I was sitting in rooms with men who had spent their entire lives inside this world, listening to conversations about shipments, alliances, money trails, disappearances, leverage, power. Worse, Raffaell was starting to involve me in those conversations openly.That was the part they hated. Not me, what I represented. Change. I leaned back against
༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒I couldn't look at him the same way anymore. It wasn't about the little things anymore, the way he's treated me or the lies he'd told me. That shit has built up over time, and I could have dealt with it. I could have accepted it, maybe even forgiven him for the things that didn't matte
༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒I knew something was off.It wasn't the same as before. I could tell the difference, even if it wasn't immediately obvious. At first, I thought it was just the aftermath of the last few days–the tension from everything that had happened, the shift in dynamics after our conversati
༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒I should've known it was bigger than I thought. But somewhere in the back of my head, I still believed that maybe–just maybe–there was a way out without diving any deeper. I thought if I just kept moving, kept playing the part, kept pretending I wasn't connected to something bigger tha
༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒I noticed it before I understood it.At first, I told myself it was just distance, the kind that comes after a fight that goes too far, words said in a way that doesn't settle properly, tension that lingers even when everything else moves on. It wasn't unusual, not in my world, n







