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CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
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Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
“And word on the street is that this shit is going down in a matter of days... Two days, to be precise. And they're meeting at the Serb's nightclub, the big one on this side of town. Niggas everywhere be tripping, because they know this Serb nigga and the Italian fella are dangerous sons of bitches, man..”“What are they meeting for, to form an alliance or something, because if it was war, they wouldn't be sitting down at the same table to talk, right?”Man, you don't get it... These two crews, they're Ike oil and water to one another.. They've never mixed. The battle for supremacy in this city is between them... Why do you think the streets are worried? If it was an alliance, no one would be bothered because we'd benefit anyway. Alliances, especially those that happen at the top, are always good things because those at the bottom will have more products to sell and, subsequently, more food to eat. It worries the streets because they're beefing... A war is on the horizon, but this lit
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER FIFTY
“This is the third day since I handed you the invite from the Serb, Father... You have said nothing about it to me or to anybody else since then... You've simply kept mute and moved about here, pressurizing the still recovering stripper who you kidnapped, who is the unmistakable cause for this meeting, and you have felt comfortable eating, sleeping, and taking shits like there's nothing wrong, when we all know there's something wrong and a goddam war brewing. I.. No, we... We demand a response from you, Father.”Gio was done. Ever since he had shown his father the handwritten note he'd been served by Vlahovic and the rest of the Serbian goons, Don Fabrizio had been stone silent, and now Sensi and Gio had come to interrupt him while he was having a meal of Turkey and a special Italian sauce to go with fries.He looked at his two sons with disdain and took a sip of the wine he had before him with which he'd been washing down the aforementioned combo before saying:“You two have no atom
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
Detective Dan James was standing in his office, holding a picture that was about three years old, which was one of him and Naomi after they'd just returned from a raid.As he looked at the smile she had on her face and the exhaustion that was etched on his, he got emotional and began to tear up. To think that this had only been three years ago and he remembered it so vividly, and to now see how much things had changed since then, with Naomi killing herself and now he cleaning out his locker, quitting the force, and walking away on the job of his dreams, was wild. Who would've thought?After Naomi had seen his daughter, Fiona, on the night when she'd come to his house to kill him, she'd been unable to pull that trigger and she'd given him a final warning before leaving: 'Get out of town for good’. And while he loved his job and didn't relish the idea of leaving it, talk less of leaving the city he'd known all his life, he knew better than to spurn the words of a woman who'd just sacrif
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
“Only a fool would say he doesn't know the reason for this meeting, and while I'd like to believe that we're all smart, sensible men, I am well aware that fools are everywhere, so I will reiterate this discourse's purpose to us all..”Aleksandr's first words were very brutal, direct and fearless and they drew disgruntled murmurs from the Uomini Marrone men, most notably Sensi, who would've loved nothing more than to be allowed to punch the guts out of this Serbian motherfucker. The men were seated in a VIP section of the club, around a small, round table, with men from each crew sitting directly opposite each other, leaving a noticeable gulf in between them,a clear sign that they were not on the same side.Sensi quickly observed this and summed up that,since Gio was on his far left, if a fight was to break out, he would have adequate support.But this was a meeting for peace, so he kept his opinions to himself and allowed the meeting to flow with Aleksandr, resuming his speech:“I, a
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
“He crumbled like a pack of cards!”Don Fabrizio had been hysterical ever since the meeting the previous night at Tequila, relishing how powerless Aleksandr had been and how he'd been forced to make his men lower their weapons, even if that was the last thing he wanted to do.Right now, he, Gio, and Sensi are on their way to the airport in Don Fabrizio's Lincoln with Gio and Sensi being forced to sit through and listen to Don's laughter“But you realize that if it wasn't for me and Sensi, he might have killed us, no?” Gio asked, bursting his father's bubble.“Well, I knew how valuable you both could be, and that's why I brought you both along. I knew you would have roles to play, and you played them extremely well when the time came. I was pleased,” Don Fabrizio said, sounding proud of them.His tone surprised Gio, who had never gotten any form of approval from his father since he was born. Well, when you save a man's life, you tend to win his trust. However, with Don Fabrizio, one ne
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
“So... I believe all you've said and I appreciate you saving me from myself, but, but why did you do it? I mean, what you've done for me has essentially made you an enemy to your boss, a man as dangerous as Aleksandr Matiç, and you've done this for me, a heady, nosy FBI Agent who you don't even know. It surely can't be out of the goodness of your heart that you took such a great risk, so why did you do it?”Bonita cracked a smile on her pretty face and leaned forward on her chair before asking cryptically:“Who says I don't know you?”Snyder, now more confused than ever, asked, “Well, do you?”Her reply was simple:“The WestSiders... Human traffickers... Three years ago... Does that ring a bell?”And of course, it did.The WestSiders had been a group of Polish thugs who had been involved in kidnapping and trading young girls to rich and immensely criminal individuals for incredible sums of money. He and Ruby had worked on the case because they had terrorized the city and the case was
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
“You all have five seconds each to answer the question I'm about to put forth, boys... And mind you, no lies, because if any of you dare to tell me any... I will make a delightsome example out of that fellow..”Don Fabrizio had gone into the general building and lined up all the men under his roof before him. He was now pacing slowly and methodically before them, his two hands held behind him, and a pistol being brandished in one of them. This was a classic Mafiosi pose, and it was one that was flexed only when there was serious trouble. Lucca stood behind him, a sneer on his face.“Which one of you has been fucking the stripper I stashed upstairs?” Don Fabrizio eventually asked after allowing the tension to build in the minds of his men for a few minutes, because the more afraid they got, the faster the truth would come out.All the men immediately began to look at each other with looks of surprise and innocence on their faces and Don Fabrizio observed them keenly.“I asked a questio
Enslaved By The Mafians CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
“Well, I've never really thought about it before... I've just been working and moving forward. Always thinking about the mission at hand and then the one after that and then the one after that... I've never thought about retirement.”Snyder was finding himself explaining to Bonita the reason why he had never thought about life outside of the FBI.“But.. that's not life, you know? Life is about more than just chasing and catching sickos like Aleksandr... There are family, love, and hobbies... There's a whole lot,” Bonita said. She had now finished bandaging him, and she was sitting opposite him on the bed.“Well, I... I do have a family... A wife... Well, I had a wife. We're separated now. But I have a teenage daughter, Amy,” Snyder said. As he talked about Amy, he smiled a little. Of all the shitty things he'd done in his life, both on and off the job, having Amy was the one thing he had never, ever regretted. She was his only achievement.“A child in her teens? That's great... What
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