In a dark, almost empty room, a man sat in the center, in front of a computer set. He was dressed in a black expensive suit and his face was covered in a mask. A glass of wine and a cup were on the same table as the computer and a piece of paper carrying a long list of items.
He stared at the video footage of the charity event, watching as Giovanni gave his speech before zooming in on the female that was moving. Somehow, she looked too familiar, but after looking at her face for some minutes he couldn't place where he knew her from, so he swiped, continuing with the video. Nothing looked suspicious so he ended the video, relaxing into his rocking chair. He popped the wine into the glass and took a quantity.He had made the donation the previous day for multiple reasons. He knew what to expect. He had studied the dynamics of the Palermo crime scene and he knew which card to pull and when to pull it and he had just pulled his first card.Giovanni Cherisi, Alessio Verrilli, and Romano Rossi, the heads of the different crime families in the city. They were his primary target. He needed them to come out from their shell of comfort. One, two, or all of them were playing very dirty and he had to find out who.He was sure that by now, all the crime families would be searching for him. He laughed heartily as the thought crossed his mind. They would never find him, except if he presents himself to them, which he was planning to do very soon.“Were you able to find anything last night?” Giovanni questioned as they made their way to their cars parked outside the mansion. They both lived together in a mansion bought by Giovanni. The biggest in the city. Their garage was filled with the latest cars, most of them being of the BMW brand. Angelo was a lover of automobiles and he fucked with BMW heavily.“No. Still nothing. I suggest we start referring to him as a ghost. He's a space ghost.” Angelo answered, conceding defeat.“This isn't you bro.” his brother muttered, shaking his head slowly. They both got into their different cars and sped off. Soon, they arrived at their warehouse where they stored drugs and ammunition. It was one of the different warehouses they had in the city.“Benvenuto signore” one of his men at the entrance greeted in Italian, meaning “Welcome sir”“How is it going?” Angelo questioned. His brother rarely spoke, leaving everything to him.“Everything is in order.” The man replied and they both walked in. They had just taken possession of ammunition worth over two hundred million dollars. They were to sell it and cut their share. They inspected the weapons, and seeing them in fine condition, they walked out.“Lock up this place and bring the key to me at the bar,” Angelo ordered. Giovanni had already entered his car and was ready to zoom off. They had to be at the bar. Someone was waiting.“Where is my money!” Giovanni yelled at the man who was kneeling down in front of him with a bowed head. Angelo sat in the office smoking while his two legs were kept on the table. Giovanni was too focused on the man in front of him to bother about that.“The drugs were stolen from my men. Give me a few days, I swear I'll get your money.” the man pleaded, tears spilling from his eyes. He knew that his life right then was hanging in the balance. He could walk out there alive, or he could be dead within seconds. It was the life they led.“Stolen, you say!” he laughed with no hint of humor. “Do I look like a fifteen year old?” he questioned in fury.“No sir.” The man was quick to respond. He was quite older than Giovanni.“Then tell me why I shouldn't kill you,” Giovanni stated, taking his gun out and cocking it.“I swear on the mafia, I swear on the three crime families, I'm telling you the truth.” the man pleaded, making him pause.“Not working” he replied, placing it on the man's head. At this point, his brother got up and intervened, snatching the gun out of his grip.“Get up,” Angelo ordered, tapping the gun on the man's shoulder. He raced to his feet immediately. He was visibly shaking and was sweating profusely.“I give you five days to provide the money, or else, I'll come for you and your entire family.” Angelo threatened, making sure to tap the gun on the man's face for visible effect.“I promise. Thank you for sparing my life.” he thanked again. He knew he had to provide the money. The Cherisi never goes back on their word. He sauntered out of the office, still in fright.“Why did you stop me from killing that bastard?” Giovanni questioned, his anger departing slowly.“Cos it's not the right thing to do,” Angelo responded, going back to his seat. “If you want somebody to kill, find the space ghost and kill him,” he added with a smug smile.Giovanni ignored him and went to his seat behind the table. He sat down on the chair, pulling out a bottle of whiskey from the drawer. He loved drinking. It numbed his pains most times.“What about the new club you're opening?” his brother questioned after he had taken his first drink.“Almost at completion. Everything has been falling into place, I'll open it by the end of the month,” he answered. He had been working on opening his new nightclub. He had sunk in quite a huge amount into the project and it was expected to be the biggest in the city. It was his pet project and he took it personally.“I need a million dollars,” Angelo stated.“Find me the space ghost and I'll give you two.” Giovanni proposed almost immediately, causing his brother to laugh.“Make it five and I'll consider it.”“Go to hell” he responded with a light chuckle.Alessio stood at the door of the home of Romano Rossi while he was being searched by the Rossi's men. He had scheduled a meeting with the head of the family and was here to see him.“You men can wait outside here, you go in alone.” one of the Rossi's guards stated after he was done with the search. Alessio looked at the guard in surprise before turning to look at his men. He had arrived with four men who were heavily armed.“Why can't my men come in?” he questioned, feeling surprised at the audacity.“You can either go in alone or go back with your men” the guard replied and when he saw the seriousness on his face, he sighed and gave in. He was entering another man's territory without his men for backup. He didn't have the best of relationship with the Rossi family, anything could go wrong inside there.Holding his head high, he walked in through the door accompanied by the guard. He was dressed in black jeans, a shirt, and a long coat. He had a hat on his head, giving him the complete mafia boss look.He waited for a few minutes while the guard went to inform Romano of his presence. He took the time to inspect the room. It was his in-house office. A shelf of documents and papers stood at one corner, a drink bar at the other, and a large table towards the end of the wall.“Alessio Verrilli, welcome to my den.” Romano welcomed him and he walked into his office. Romano was thirty three years old and had ascended the seat after the death of his father six years ago. He was very ruthless and cold hearted. He was yet to be married but was known in the entire city for his fuckboy attitude.He walked to the bar and took out a bottle of branded scotch, one of his most expensive ones, and served it into two glasses before taking them and returning to the table. Alessio watched his every action with caution. He didn't trust him, none of them in the room trusted each other. Trust was a very difficult thing to earn among the families.“Thank you for accepting to see me under a short time,” Alessio stated, taking a sip from the glass Romano had served him.“That is no issue. We are crime families in the same city. These meetings should be made regularly.” he stated after he had drank from his glass. Alessio could read the underlying meaning of his sentence. It was clear enough.“I'm sure you might already know why I'm here,” he replied, straightening up in his seat. He didn't want to beat around.“I don't, you might as well inform me,” Romano replied with a smug smile. He knew what Alessio was talking about, he just enjoyed putting his guests on the spot.“The anonymous man. Do you have anything on him?” Alessio questioned, studying his host's expression. Romano held an indifferent look as he stared at his guest. He had already figured out the reason for the visit.“If I do, that would be classified information. Don't you think so?” he asked. This time, his smug smile was replaced with a curious look. “Last time I checked, the Verrillis and Rossis are different people,” he added.“I want an alliance. An alliance between the Verrilli family and the Rossi family. An alliance until we find the anonymous man.” Alessio stated with an impeccable tone.“I want an alliance. An alliance between the Verrilli family and the Rossi family. An alliance until we find the anonymous man.” Alessio stated with an impeccable tone. “Why?”“Why? Cos I think we should be united.” Alessio answered, still holding his gaze. Romano cleared his drink, drinking from his glass again. He relaxed into his chair, picking up a stick of his favorite cigarette from the table.“These things don't work that way, Alessio,” he said, his voice coming out unusually calm. “It should be a beneficial relationship, grattami la schiena, io gratto la tua.” Romano spoke up.“It would be quite beneficial for both of our families,” Alessio argued, making him scoff.“Do you have access to the dock? How many businesses do you have, real estate, gold? Do you have a relationship with the Russians?” he questioned, all in a bit to spite him. He knew the Verrilli family lost all these. They were the poorest of the three families, plus they were already in debt with the Italian godfa
She stared at him, gulping as she took in his features again. He was standing very close to her, she could feel the heat radiating from him.“Or maybe I was looking for you,” she replied flirtatiously. She had to put her plan in motion. He stared at her with interest. What did she mean by she was looking for him? Did she know who he was? Of Course, she knew. Everyone in the city knew.“Do I need to make an introduction?” he questioned.“Yes. Not everybody crawls on your feet.” She replied, her tone challenging. He gave a small laugh at her audacious tone before walking closer to her, placing his head near her ears.“I am Giovanni Cherisi, you don't want to mess with me,” he said icily and chills ran down her spine. This was the first time she was standing very close to a very handsome man like him. Her targets were always older men. He looked dangerously at her, his features hard, yet soft. She Shook slightly as she stared at him before clearing her throat to clear the awkward silence
Cielo sat up from the bed, resting her back on the headrest. Her head was pounding slowly as she stared around the room. It looked strange to her. This wasn't her room. It was beautifully painted and decorated with white and a touch of light blue. The pieces of furniture in the room were made of maple and gold. Her head was blank as she stared at the round in awe.“Finally awake?” that one voice she was trying not to get used to asking. She spun and saw him sitting on a chair by the edge of the bed. How didn't she see him since?“You. What are you doing here?” She questioned and he chuckled.“You are in my house. This is one of my guest rooms,” he answered and she almost screamed. She was in his house!She stared at his face for any sign to show that he was joking but found none. His face was hard as stone. She looked around the room again. The blanket she was covered with was all soft and smooth. It all made sense now.“How did I get here?” She questioned.“You passed out.”“What?” Sh
“I've found everything about her,” Angelo announced, stepping into the room. Giovanni turned quickly to face him, his glass of drink whirling in his hand.“Who is she?” he asked, sudden panic surging through him. He could explain the feeling he suddenly felt at the pit of his stomach.“Mia Dante, born February, nineteen ninety eight, She's twenty three. She's from Florence, works for the government, and is an orphan.” Angelo listed out and he heaved a sigh of relief at his revelation.“Any bad records on her?” he questioned.“None that I can lay my hands on,” Angelo replied, watching his gaze. He watched him relax after the statement.“Good.” He replied, drinking from his glass. Angelo stood there, watching his brother, his mind going into wavy thoughts. He still didn't trust the girl, but he had no say now that he could find nothing on her.“Are you gonna let her stay here?” he questioned after Giovanni had dropped his glass.“Huh? She's gonna stay until she's fit to return,” he repli
“Who are you?” he asked and a chill ran down her spine. She looked him straight in the eyes. “Did he find out about her?” she thought, trying to read his eyes. “What do you mean?” she asked in a low tone.“I want to know more about you. I found your card, it states your name is Mia, but I'm curious. I want to know more.” He replied and relief washed through her. He was yet to find out anything. She just had to be careful.“Yes, my name is Mia, Mia Dante. I work for the government.” She replied.“I know all of that already. Tell me what I don't know,” he replied and when he noticed the uneasy look she had, he added. “Let Me leave you to rest, we will talk later.'' With that, he walked out of the room, closing the door softly.Cielo heaved a sigh of relief as he walked out of the room. She had thought he already found out her secret. She closed her eyes to relax and fluttered them open immediately. She had to contact her boss immediately. She searched for her purse on the table and when
Giovanni walked into Cielo's room to meet her standing by the window, looking out. The weather was cool, the sun had gone down and was now replaced by dark clouds that showed that it was going to rain.He stood by the door watching her. The thunder roared, and she stood unfazed by the window. She turned and saw a figure by the door and almost screamed.“Shit! You scared me.” She stated, leaning on the wall to face him.“Nice to hear that,” he replied sarcastically and he huffed.“Why would you even walk into a lady's room without Knocking? Are you a pervert?” her tone showed her annoyance. She was carrying out her pent up anger on him. He took quick steps and in a few seconds, he was standing in front of her, his right hand on her neck, choking her. She coughed as he stared at her with bloodshot eyes.“Don't you ever open your mouth to say shit about me in my house,” he warned, still choking her.She opened her mouth to say something but closed it after coughing multiple times. He rel
“How is it going on in the Palermo province?” a strange man asked.“Everything is going according to plan.” Romano Rossi replied. He was seated in the visitor's seat in the office of one of the men of the black eyed scorpion. The man's chair was turned, facing the wall so Romano could only see his back.“How do you intend to take out Giovanni?” the man questioned again. He was smoking from a fat tobacco pipe, Romano could only see the smoke it oozed.“We are working towards that. It is a three step plan that involves his brother and his new nightclub,” he replied with an air of confidence. The plan was to take out Giovanni so he could become the mob boss of Palermo. The position he had been eyeing ever since Giovanni took over. The men of the black-eyed scorpion had contacted him months ago with promises of making him the mob boss of Palermo. He had just one task, to sell the secrets and territory of the city to them. The plan had been going on for many months now and they felt it was
“Can't sleep?” Giovanni asked immediately she stepped into the balcony. She shivered slightly in fear as she heard the voice. She didn't expect to see him there at that time of the night. “Yes. Something like that,” she replied as she walked towards him. They both stood by the rail watching the calm night in the city.“It's a beautiful sight,” Giovanni stated, looking ahead. She nodded at the statement, choosing to remain quiet. They watched the night in silence for over five minutes before she decided to break the silence.“Do you do this every night?”“Watching the stars? Most nights.” He replied.“I guess you have a problem with sleeping” He nodded at her question and when he realized that she wouldn't see it, he mouthed “Sleep is for the weak.”She laughed at the statement while he still held a neutral expression. “Sleep is essential. Too much of sleeping is for the weak.” she corrected, making him turn his attention to her. “I guess that is correct too,” he replied. He shifted o