Cielo opened her door and stepped in, locking it as soon as she got in. She leaned on the door and closed her eyes. Today had been a very long day for her and she was feeling very tired. She walked tiredly to a chair and sat down, closing her eyes to rest. It's been a bad couple of hours so far. Angelo was dead, Giovanni was lying with bullet wounds, and worst of all, Romano survived.She turned on her phone and scrolled through it. Her break had ended and she had been expected back at the institution at least a week ago, but she had failed to turn up. She sighed softly as she dropped the phone on the table. She had spent her break without finding all the information she desired. “Time to take a bath and roll some blunts.” She groaned, getting up from where she sat. She walked inside her bedroom and took off her clothes. She stared at her naked body in the mirror. There was a scratch mark on the spot the man had held her. She muttered curse words under her breath before walking into
Cielo woke up to the loud ringing noise from her phone. She groaned and tossed on the bed before picking up the phone. It was a text message from the institution. They never made calls, only texts. She opened the message, read its contents, and then sighed softly. She had to be at the institution today.She got out of the bed and walked into the bathroom where she took her bath. She walked out some minutes later with a towel tied around her waist before walking into the closet. She creamed herself and changed into a black combat jogger, black t-shirt, and a black jacket. She packed her hair in a bun and used her perfume before walking out of the closet.She picked up her phones and car keys before walking out of the room. She locked the door and walked down the stairs. It was some minutes until nine o'clock on her watch. She still had more than an hour to be at the institution. She looked at her watch and contemplated going to see Giovanni but thought about it. She would have to spend
“You know I can solve this case, right?” Piero argued. His eyebrows curved upwards.“I can clearly see that,” Cielo replied sarcastically, flipping through the pages of the file. “A good agent would have completed this case in a few days. How long has this case gone?” She asked, trying to taunt him. He had always prided himself as the best agent in the institution, over Cielo and the others.“Are you insinuating that I ain't good enough?” he raised an eyebrow, looking threateningly at her. He looked dangerous at that moment, but it didn't scare her. He never did.“I didn't say that. The facts did.” She retorted with a smirk and he looked like he was ready to murder her. They held eye contact for about thirty seconds, with him looking dangerously at her. His black round eyeballs stared deep into her face and she gave a mock smile. “I don't need you on my team. You should fuck off.” he finally spoke out, feeling irritated by her attitude.“Tell that to the director or better still, get
Giovanni led Cielo into the room and she walked carefully inside. The neon light on the reading table was still on, giving the room a beautiful sensual feel. Giovanni walked into the room and sat on the table while Cielo took the only chair there.“The time is late. It ain't safe to be moving about at night, now.” Giovanni stated after checking the time on his wristwatch and she huffed.“Are you concerned for me?” She asked with a sly smile.“No. I just don't want people dying every day,” he replied and she nodded her head slowly.They stayed in silence for some seconds before she walked to the bin and picked up one of the folded pieces of paper. “What is this?” she asked, holding the folded piece I'm front of the light.“Nothing you should be concerned about.” Giovanni retorted sharply. He drew in a sharp breath and added more calmly, “I know you are trying to show that you care, I appreciate that, but I don't need it. I can take care of my shits alone.”Cielo nodded in understandin
Giovanni waved as the car drove out of sight. A little smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he marched back inside. He dropped the bag on the dining table and took out its contents. The bag contained two plastic takeouts containing his favorite food and dropped them on the table. He was a good cook, but since his brother's incident, he had lost the flair to cook a proper meal, and now that he was recovering, he had to avoid everything stressful. He had domestic staff who would come in thrice a week to clean the house and make him a meal, but after the incident with Romano at the clubhouse, he had stopped them from coming to the mansion. He couldn't afford to trust just anyone to be around him anymore.***Cielo got into her car and drove away. She stepped into the car and the car sped away. Some distance away, a car was parked by the roadside. All the lights in the car were turned off. A man sat in the darkness in the car and waited patiently. As soon as Cielo's car drove past, h
The director heaved a sigh as Piero walked out. He rubbed his forehead gently in a bid to calm himself. It was still very early in the morning and he had lost a lot of adrenaline, thanks to Piero, the overfed son of the Castilia family. The Castilla family was respected among the governing board of the institution. They had provided financial support for the institution about twenty years ago when they hit an unfavorable tide. Since then, they have been really supportive, especially in finances.****Cielo walked in through the huge doors of the institution. It was fifty eight minutes past eight am, meaning she was two minutes early. She walked past two junior agents in the hallway as she walked towards the elevator. She pressed the buttons on the elevator and it opened up. She pressed the button to the floor her office was located on and the door shut slowly.The elevator beeped to a stop some moments later and she stepped out. She arranged the flare of her knee length corporate skir
Romano was still upset with how the event the other night had gone down. He really wished he had killed Giovanni then, but maybe something wasn't just meant to be. He huffed angrily as he wore his shirt over his head. He took time his time with the buttons and when he was done, he stared at himself in the full length mirror on the wall. He still had a scar from the small fight he had with Giovanni. He traced his fingers on the scar, his cheekbones tightening in anger. He heaved a sigh to make himself calm before picking up his jacket and walking out of the room. The ride was his hideout to where he was supposed to meet with the black scorpion was a fifteen minutes one. He wasn't staying at his mansion currently. After the attack he had launched on Giovanni that night had failed, he had fled the mansion, at least for some days. He feared that Giovanni might attack the mansion, but so far, he had heard nothing from his men back at home. The thought of leaving the city had crossed his m
Enzo walked past the security at the door into the bar. It was a regular small bat in a quiet neighborhood, some distance away from the main city area. Morelli had suggested they met here. For security reasons. Enzo surveyed the inside of the bar before picking out a table he felt would be better. He walked to the bartender at the counter and smiled softly at him. “I need a glass of bourbon.” he placed his order with a 00p smile at the male receptionist who nodded and got to work. The American malt whiskey had been his favorite ever since he knew the differences in the taste of each of them. “Ecco a te,” the bartender said, dropping the glass on the counter in front of him.He picked it up and took a sip, shaking his head in delight. The taste was perfect. He drank the entire content of the glass and dropped it back on the table. He handed a tip to the waiter before getting up from the chair. “Grazie signore” the waiter was full of smiles as he tucked the money into his pocket. He