The Best Time To Kill Carrie

The day of the mafia ball soon arrived. Because Italy was chosen to host this year's event, a big hotel was booked for the whole night.

People began trooping in thirty minutes before it began officially. And one of them was Gabriel Accardo who walked in with a dozen guards. Georgina had also come with him.

An American man walked up to him once he had settled in and the duo said a few words of greeting.

The next person who came was Marco. His presence attracted a lot of attention.

"It's the man of that year." Someone said, walking towards Marco.

Marco, who was clad in a gray Italian suit almost walked away when the man dragged him back.

"Now, that's no way to treat a friend of yours back then. Didn't Gabriel teach you that?" He laughed.

His words soon attracted the attention of a lot of people, including the American talking with Gabriel.

"Being backed up by the Forbes doesn't make you untouchable, Edward." The American man said, drawing Edward's attention.

"Actually, it does.