ANMELDENFuck me.I stared at the message from Nero, and felt my body grow cold.The Calypso? Again?I typed back on the phone.‘What am I picking up?’His reply came a few seconds after.‘A hard drive. Meet the manager. Torture if necessary. I will meet you there soon.’Damn it.I locked the phone and tossed it onto the passenger seat, my hands shaking.Well, there went the plan to be there and back before Nero found out.What the fuck was in that hard drive?I slammed my hands on the steering wheel before putting the car into ignition.What should I do? Did I retrieve the hard drive and hand it to Nero, or did I destroy it as Angelo said?I had no doubts the two men were after the same thing. But I had no idea what was contained in it. What I did know was that I had to get to the Calypso bar first. Then I would figure out how to escape this without harming my own i
The house was quiet, amplifying every sound within earshot. Therefore, I didn't miss the signs of movement from the stairwell.Step by step, I kept one hand on the gun and walked in that direction.When I caught sight of the back of someone peering through a box in a rushed manner, my brows raised slightly.Apparently E. Adams was a woman.“Where is it? Where the fuck is it?” She was cursing in a string of Spanish and English all at once, her back taut. “He’s going to fucking kill me.”“Unfortunately not,” I said, and suddenly she whirled around, eyes wild with panic and shock.When she saw who it was, I could see the blood drain out of her pretty face.“Don Nero Vecchio,” she stammered, her voice suddenly losing steam. “What a… pleasant surprise.”“Pleasant for me,” I smirked coldly, noticing the way her eyes darted to the side.In the next instant she acted, twisti
Upon hearing that Nero had once again gone out without telling me exactly where, I found myself bereft of things to do.Travis was still eating when I exited the dining hall and went to check up on Marcus.“Uncle Dante,” Marcus was rubbing his eyes, though he was already dressed in today’s clothes, they were rumpled and he seemed quite dazed.My brows furrowed and I bent down to pick him up, and I inwardly winced.Last night, Nero was not kind.“What happened? Did you not sleep well?” I asked while still glancing at the weary looking nanny folding some of Marcus’ clothes into a box.I wasn't surprised. Nero did say this trip would only take a couple of days.“Mr Dante, he stayed up all night against my instructions.” The nanny turned and spoke in a calm, gentle tone. I raised a brow and looked down at Marcus who pouted and pressed his head against my chest.“I was only playing with my toys,” He whined. “Uncle Dante, I’m innocent.”His voice was slightly muffled and I tilted his he
The investigation ended shortly after breakfast. Paulo signalled me right as I had finished eating. As I stood, Dante made to get up but I wouldn't have it.“Stay.” I ordered.Someone needed to watch Travis, and I was not intent on tiring him out this morning. Instead, he could spend his time with Marcus. My son was still young, and only Dante got him to come out of his shell a lot more than usual.I stepped out onto the hallway and gestured for Paulo to walk with me. He stayed several steps behind, and I waited until we had gone some ways away from the dining hall before I spoke.“What have you found?"“A few kickbacks from his people. A few million were diverted into his private accounts in the past five years,” Paulo replied, handing me the documents. His skills as an auditor, combined with his family’s dealings in all sorts of shady businesses made him sharper than most other investigators.Looking o
Breakfast was a tense affair.Travis Duncan was present, however this time he sat at the far end of the table, trying to avoid everyone’s gazes. I had only just arrived at the dining hall, side by side with Nero when I heard whimpers coming from Renee.I froze upon seeing her.She looked leaned up, but her drawn posture made her look smaller than before. And the button down shirt she wore did not conceal anything either. The marks on her neck, trailing downward, was telling enough. Her lips were bruised, and her hair, previously styled glamorously, was in a messy bun.Travis didn't dare to look at his daughter, nor did he speak to her. It looked like two bedraggled strangers were meeting for the first time.Thankfully, Marcus was not here, or he would notice something wrong. This was not the kind of environment for a three year old to be in.Nero took the seat at the head of the table. I took th
Travis Duncan was kneeling, a show of fear more than of respect towards Nero.I would have rolled my eyes had it not been for Nero’s piercing stare that caught mine a brief second before it looked away.So Travis was in contact with Angelo.“Let me be clear, Travis,” Nero spoke with an indifference that should have scared everyone. It scared me at least. “The only reason I have not killed you outright is that I am aware that you have yet to leak information to the enemy.”“I have not,” Travis agreed frantically. “Don, I was misguided. I thought–”“However, your usefulness has run its course.”Nero’s proclamation was a death sentence. He waved his hands and two men grabbed Travis by the arm and forced him to his feet.“Take him away.”I watched as Travis Duncan was dragged pleading out the door. As they brushed past me, I looked away from the pitiable sight.The door had scarcely been shut when Nero spoke again.“Dante.”I blinked, then stepped forward.“I’m here,” I replied, disregard







