The surveillance room, like any ordinary surveillance room, was filled with monitors depicting various scenes of events going on. Three men were lazing in their seats, either blankly staring at the monitors or their phones, while one of them was sleeping. The smell of stale coffee drifted in the air as various snack wrappers were strewn across the floor.
Rosalie brushed the tangles out of her freshly blow-dried hair as she settled them. Applying her makeup, she looked down at her phone and noted that she needed to be leaving. Pulling on a pair of nude pencil heels, she wore her faun overcoat on top of her full attire which consisted of a black high neck and jeans. Grabbing her purse, she received the message that Dante was downstairs and waiting for her.
Even after University had resumed and everything was back to the way it had been, Rosalie could not get accustomed to the fact that she had guards watching her. The first week, one guard stayed in the car, while the other followed her around, maintaining his distance from her, but keeping her in eyesight.
Four days of nonstop working and investigation, and it all led nowhere. Arcangelo and Vincent had dealt with every possible person--hell, they even interrogated anyone that may have the slightest possibility of being involved--yet, they were nowhere close to finding the mole.
Darkened grey smudges of wool threateningly surrounded the sky; like a predator would encircle its prey. A startling low rumble rang loud in the cool fall air, the sky roaring with satisfaction. Trickles of liquid hit the ground with as much force as a small child. Hungrily, drizzles turn into canon fires, barricading everything in its way. A sense of cleanliness caresses the atmosphere, washing away all impurities.
The sound of the jet's engine infiltrated the airport as it taxied to a stop, its white surface glinting in the sunlight as it came to a halt. After a moment, the stairs lowered as Arcangelo stepped out of the interior, walking down the stairs as a Rolls Royce stood awaiting him.
Arcangelo Regnante had been 24 on the night of the event.He was visiting home after he manage
The sound of the shower running infiltrated the washroom. The steam rising and dispersing throughout the space before the sound came to a sudden stop.
For the last week, Arcangelo had been doing nothing more than meeting with various Mafia bosses, attending various functions, and dealing with all the calls from Vincent. He hardly slept 3 hours every night and he was completely drained. His head hurt, he felt lethargic and he wanted nothing more than to sleep. However, that wasn't a possibility, given the fact that it was his last few hours, and before leaving he had to go to a brunch with Gambino before he would be heading off to the airport.