Enzo walked out of the clubhouse, a satisfied smile on his face. He felt proud of himself at that point. He was sure they were going to accept his conditions. They had no other choice not to. After Morelli had told him about the Russians's refusal to accept a meeting with him, he had decided to do a little investigation on them and what he found was mind boggling. Apart from the usual drug and weapons trade, the Vladimir brothers were involved in human trafficking. They operated an underground house in Italy where they brought in girls from Russia and sold them to some big men in the country. They also trafficked young Italian girls to Russia for prostitution and drug pushing. This was against the Vladimir family's wishes and had been secretly going on for about two years. Letting the cat out of the bag was going to break Mr. Vlamidir's trust in the boys and hurt Dominick's chances of taking over from his father after retirement and Dominik didn't want that. ****Cielo sat in the ro
After spending some hours in the bar, Cielo got into her car and drove out. It was late into the night and the road was starting to get deserted. She had drunk a substantial amount of alcohol and the effects were now weighing on her. She muttered incoherent words as her hands wobbled on the steering wheel. She drove to a stop by the side of the road and pulled out a bottle of water, drinking half of its content at a go. She capped the bottle and dropped it back before starting the car again.She drove to Giovanni's place, and in a few minutes, she was standing in front of his door, ringing the doorbell. She still felt a little tipsy, and her eyes were a little fogging but she willed herself to stay strong. She leaned on the wall beside the door and closed her eyes. She heard footsteps coming towards the door but didn't open her eyes. Few seconds later, the door was pulled open and Giovanni stepped outside and looked around before spotting her standing beside the door. He took a step c
“Who is ready for dinner? Giovanni exclaimed with a light smile on his face. Cielo hissed in displeasure at Giovanni breaking the kiss.“Is dinner necessary?” she pouted, looking like a cute four year old girl, denied of her favorite candy.“Of course, it is. So what do you wanna eat?” he asked, already moving to the cupboard where all the ingredients were stocked.“Anything you make, I'll eat. As long as it isn't poison.” she joked, earning a chuckle from him. He turned on the sink and washed his hands before turning to her again.“I got you covered. Sit back and watch the chef for his work,” he replied, giving her a kiss on her lips. The kiss took her by surprise, making her blush. This was the first time she was looking truly happy in a long while, and she had Giovanni to thank for it. The smile lingered on her face as she watched Giovanni work. She drooled at his muscular back as his muscles flexed ” seductively with every action he took. He looked like a god under the kitchen lig
The director walked into Piero's room and met him lying face down on the bed. He stood by the door and watched Piero who turned on hearing the door open. It's been three days since Piero got shoot. He had gotten better, but he had been kept locked in the room since then.“I heard you ordered for me to be locked in here. Huh?” Piero challenged, sitting up on the bed. He had spent the last three days in the room in boredom. Just watching TV, reading magazines, and sleeping. That was boredom for him. He hated being confined in one place for a long time.“Ya. I needed you to fully recover.” the director replied, walking further into the room. His hands were buried deep in his pockets and he walked leisurely towards Piero's bed. Piero stared at the director and scoffed like he was in disbelief. “recover?” he asked like the word was some kind of strange word. “You know you didn't do that for me. Tell me something new." He didn't believe the director. He knew he didn't do that for him. The
“Cielo,” Enzo called her name again softly with tears in his ears. Cielo stared at him with mouth agape. She didn't know why he was being all emotional. But the fact that he knew her name meant something.He pulled her into another hug and stroked her shawl covered hair emotionally. He couldn't believe he was seeing his sister after over sixteen years of separation. “I'm Lorenzo” he finally stated and the look on her face was priceless. She looked like she had seen a ghost.“Lorenzo,” she muttered in disbelief, looking at him for any signs. Enzo noticed the hesitation in her eyes. She wanted something to make her believe it was true.“You know when we were younger, you used to love pasta very much. I remember that night you cried really hard cos mom wasn't serving pasta for dinner,” he said, making her laugh. It was truly him. It was really Enzo! She went into his arms again and hugged him tightly, holding onto him tight like he was going to disappear. Enzo chuckled and wrapped his h
“Ya. I want to take back the position as the family head,” Giovanni revealed and Cielo stared at him in shock, not believing what she had just heard. “What?” She finally exclaimed with a raised voice. “Why would you want to do that?” she asked, getting defensive.He shrugged lightly in response. “I think it's the best thing to be done,” she still wasn't convinced by his response. She bit her lips with an angry expression on her face. Why would her brother want to go back and frolic with the same family that didn't like them and never cared to look for them? If she had her way, she would have wiped them all out. She had stopped keeping tabs on the family about four years ago and had since shut everything about them out.“Dad wouldn't like this,” she maintained, finding her voice. “I think this is what he would want,” Enzo responded. They got into a cold silence, both of them staring at each other. She knew Enzo was right. Their father would have wanted him to become the next leader a
Enzo stepped out of the airplane with just a small bag. His flight had just landed some seconds ago. He walked away from the arrival terminal to the area where he would get a taxi to his hotel. He had gotten a call from his friends in the UK saying they had information on the black scorpione the previous night so he had to take an early morning flight to the UK the next morning. It wasn't something that could be shared over the phone or the internet so he had to be there.“Wagwan, bro,” he had heard Miguel's voice as soon as he picked up the call. Miguel spent most of his years in the hood of London. He was a certified street brother and had affiliations with most of the London gangs.“All good, man. How is it going over there?” Enzo replied. It's been quite a while since he last heard from Miguel or any one of them.“We good, fam,” Miguel responded and he nodded even though he knew Miguel couldn't see it. “You know, Jack and I just found information on that stuff you asked us about.
“This is Damian. He'll be working with you on the case.” the guy with the English accent introduced and Romano thought he hadn't heard well.“What!” he exclaimed with a visibly angry tone. He knew they had threatened to bring in someone else but he didn't think they would work on it. He had told them he was capable of handling the case alone. Guess they didn't believe him.“It seems you were incapable of handling the case alone so we thought it best to bring in someone to help.” the Italian guy tried to pacify even though it was not necessary. All this while, the Damian in question remained quiet, his face still hidden under the hoodie.“I told you I could handle this, didn't I?” he asked with gritted teeth, feeling betrayed.“It didn't seem like you could. We have to do what's best for us.” the English replied and flashed him an annoying smile. Romano knew he was trying to annoy him but he didn't budge.“Nice to meet you, Damian. I'm the famous Romano Rossi you must have been hearing