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Chapter 20:Shadows at La Rosa Nera
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Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground. His eyes told a heavy real story. One was milky white and blinded, blinded in a long-forgotten knife fight. He never hid his dead eye from the world. As he would always say he let people see through his gaze and tell what sort of man he was: a man who could look with compassion but had no mercy at all. Carlo Salvatore was what many would describe as unyielding. He was brutal and enigmatic. He had a fast rise through the ranks in I Signori Della Notte because of his commitment and dedication. No one, absolute
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Alessa sat on the sofa. She wore a skimpy short and one of Marco's shirts she had taken from his closet, her bare legs were tucked under her as she tapped away on the screens of her mobile phone. Marco sat directly across from her, his face showed how exhausted he must have been from the activities of the day, yet he sat there and admired her with what seemed like pride. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand as he turned from side to side on the rotating chair he sat on. His tie was loose and his sleeves were slightly rolled up, a rare display of ease from Marco. A half-finished chess game sat on the beautiful wooden furniture between them, Alessa's king trapped in a cunning gambit Marco had used.“You're cheating,” Alessa said as she untucked her right foot and slightly nudged his left knee with it.“Yes I am, and that is because you taught me how to” Marco countered, grinning as he took her rook.The tension between them has gotten easy in recent days. She was always happy to have
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Marco Porsche 911 turbo pulled up through the wrought gates of the mansion and slowly came to a halt. He scanned the quiet compound and continued driving slowly until he came close to the valet spot and highlighted his vehicle. He was greeted by the security men who stood outside the mansion, and he waved back at them with no verbal response. Marco walked into the grand foyer and, as usual, everywhere was extremely quiet save for the ticking sound of the antique clock that hung on the wall. It was 6:57 PM and Marco the first and Matteo were already seated in the grand study of the de Luca mansion waiting for Marco. There was supposed to be a meeting between them, a meeting scheduled to begin at 6:30 PM, but Marco was yet to arrive.Marco stepped into the study, his head bowed to the ground. He knows how much his father hated lateness and frowns at it. “What is the time, son?” his father asks in a quiet yet dangerous voice. “Is this how you run the businesses now that I want to take
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Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered. Marco pulled into the valet drop off zone and highlighted from his car and handed the car key over to a valet. Alessa’s door was opened by a valet, and she stepped out of the car. She crossed over to the other side where Luca stood and, side by side, they walked into the club.Once inside the club, Marco’s presence commanded instant attention. Heads turned, conversations paused, and whispers were heard. Alessa, walking right by his side while maintaining the pace, scanned the whole room in an instant. The special ability
She's an Assassin: Falling for the Enemy Chapter 20:Shadows at La Rosa Nera
Marco had just entered the penthouse living room. It had been a long and tiring day for him; he had been out all day handling a lot of family business. As he stepped into the living room, Alessa sat on the plush sofa by the window, which offered the best view of the city. She wore a blue velvet dress and black heels. On her lips, she had applied a thick layer of blue lipstick, and her long hair was left to flow freely down her back. The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the window, casting a warm light on Alessa’s blue velvet dress.“Why are you dressed like you are going somewhere?” Marco asked with so much curiosity in his voice. “I think you should take me out,” she answered, her face lit up with a smile.Marco was more surprised at the fact that she had asked him to take her out than by the way she was dressed. “Take you where?” He asked in a calmer voice as he came closer to her.Marco and Alessa seem to have started getting along better with each other. They engage
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Sophia sat alone quietly in her bedroom, she felt heavily deep writhing her. The weight of her pregnancy and her father’s threats had left her feeling trapped and desperate. She had spent the last few days avoiding everyone, trying to make sense of everything happening in her life at that time. “Grrr” her phone rang out loudly breaking the peace and quiet of the room. The caller ID displayed an unknown number.She hesitated for a moment before finally answering, with a cautious voice. “Hello?”“Sophia,” a smooth, cold voice replied. “I’ve been looking forward to speaking with you.”Sophia was perplexed. The voice was unfamiliar, but there was something about the way the caller had mentioned her name that sent a chill down her spine. “Who is this?” She asked curtly.“Isabella Nera,” the woman answered sharply. “I believe you’ve heard of me.”Sophia's breath caught in her throat. Isabella Nera… she has heard that name multiple times. But she can’t pinpoint from where exactly. Maybe it
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