Driver’s Girlfriend Kick Me Out of Car, She Regretted It

The next afternoon, I took time off from school and went home.Capitano had confirmed that the Milovich family would be conducting an arms deal at a warehouse on the outskirts this weekend. I planned to sneak in and gather information.I picked up the equipment I needed from the Family's base and brought it back to the mansion. When I pushed through the front door, I found a group of scantily clad women grinding to blasting club music in my spacious living room.I was furious. I stormed in and killed the music.The woman at the center of it all clicked her tongue and turned around. It was Tina, that insufferable face of hers."You. What are you doing in my house?"Damian saw me come in and rushed over in a panic, stepping in front of me."Miss, you're back early. Did school let out?""Explain. Now!"Before he could speak, Tina charged at me and tried to slap me, but Damian blocked her.The other women huddled together, whispering."So that's how it is, Damian! You've been keeping this

I spent a full day and night in a room at the Family's private hospital.The wound at my waist took eleven stitches. The doctor said another inch to the left and it would have hit an organ.The following afternoon, Capitano pushed through the door carrying a thick stack of files."Principessa, we found everything you asked for."I propped myself up against the headboard and flipped through the documents page by page.First, Tina's phone records. Between last September and December, she had made seventeen calls to the same encrypted number, each lasting over ten minutes. The number traced back to the Milovich family's stronghold. The person on the other end had to be Tina's uncle, Vasily.Next, a supplementary background check on Damian. Three years ago, he'd been the Black Serpent's top assassin. But the organization had fallen apart soon after, its core members either dead or scattered.Last was the document I'd photographed in the warehouse. I'd had the tech team enhance it, and the

Damian was gone. His old place was cleared out.I tracked him through the night using the GPS device, but the signal vanished in an old residential neighborhood on the city outskirts.At first light, Capitano took his men to the location. It was an abandoned house. Inside, all that remained was a pile of burnt paper ash and half of an old photograph, warped and smudged by water.On the back of the photo was a handwritten string of numbers, blurry but still legible. A Swiss bank account number.I sealed the photo in an evidence bag.Damian must have realized something was off. After being caught following me at the nightclub that night, he'd probably dug deeper and put the pieces together.I had Capitano trace the bank account. Three years ago, a massive wire transfer had been deposited into it. The sender had been routed through three layers of shell companies, and the trail ultimately led back to an internal financial hub within the Milovich family.Blood money.Damian had escaped, bu

The Milovich family fell faster than I'd expected.The week Vasily's scandal swept through the underworld, the street outside the Milovich compound was packed every day with cars full of people coming to settle scores.Partners pulled funding, allies turned on him, the Council of Elders moved to impeach. One blow after another, not even leaving Vasily room to breathe.Three months later, the family that had once rivaled the Stascia empire was completely off the West Coast map.I went back to school to finalize my withdrawal.The president walked me to the gates personally and handed me an envelope, a receipt for the scholarship I'd donated to the school.I took it, said thank you, and slipped the envelope into my bag.That afternoon I visited the cemetery. My father's headstone sat halfway up a hill on the edge of town, facing the ocean.The photo on the headstone was from his fiftieth birthday. A gentle smile, light in his eyes.I crouched down and laid a bouquet of white roses at the