Ana’s POV. I sat in my room, packing my bags to leave the Cosa Nostra. The weight of my decision settled heavily on my shoulders as I thought about the uncertainty that lay ahead. How would I escape New York? What dangers would I face outside these walls? The questions swirled in my mind, but I knew I had to act. I couldn't stay here any longer, not after what I had discovered about Massimo and my brother, Nikolai.As I folded my clothes and placed them in my suitcase, my thoughts drifted to Nikolai. I needed to talk to him, to understand what was going on. I picked up my phone and dialed his number, my heart racing with anticipation.When he answered, I didn't waste any time. "You're a disappointment, Nikolai," I said, my voice firm. There was a pause on the other end of the line, and I could almost hear the surprise in his silence."Ana, what's going on?" he asked, his voice cautious. I tried to make sense of his tone, to understand what he was thinking. But before I could respond,
Massimo’s POV. I stood, feeling a sense of desperation wash over me. "Ana, please don't say that," I begged, my eyes pleading with her. "Don't threaten to leave me. I'll do anything to make this work." Ana's expression was unyielding, her eyes flashing with determination."I mean it, Massimo," she said, her voice firm. "I'll do more than just leave you. I'll make sure you regret underestimating me." I felt surprised as I realized the depth of her anger.Just then, my phone rang, shrill in the tense silence. I glanced at the screen, seeing Nikolai's name flash up. I didn't answer, letting it go to voicemail. Ana raised an eyebrow. "Why aren't you picking up?" she asked, her curiosity piqued."It's just a close associate," I said, trying to brush it off. But Ana's eyes narrowed. "Who is it?" she pressed, her voice insistent. I shook my head. "There's no point in telling you. It's not important."But Ana wasn't having it. She reached out, trying to grab the phone from my hands. "Let m
Massimo’s POVI stood on the balcony, looking out at the night sky. Marco joined me, and I turned to him with a serious expression. "Tonight, we're going on a private mission, Marco," I said, my voice low.Marco's eyes widened in surprise. "Tonight? What's the mission about, Massimo?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity. I raised an eyebrow, my expression firm. "Never question my authority again, Marco. You'll know what you need to know when you need to know it."Marco nodded, understanding the tone. "Yes, Massimo. I'll get ready." I nodded, my gaze drifting away from Marco to the figure of Martha walking across the courtyard. She was carrying a string of beads, her movements graceful.As I admired Martha, my phone rang, breaking the silence. I answered, and Nikolai Volkova's voice came through the line. “Boss, are you ready to move?" he asked, his voice crisp.I glanced at my watch, calculating the time. "I'll be with you in less than an hour, Nik," I replied, my voice confid
Ana’s POV. My phone hung up after a call. Martha looked at me with concern. "What's wrong, Ana? You look tense." I sighed, rubbing my temples. "I was just trying to reach Marco. He's supposed to run an errand for me today and deliver a file from you to Massimo's office."Her expression turned thoughtful. "Ah, yes. Marco's been helpful, hasn't he?" I nodded, still feeling a bit frustrated. Isabel, who was sitting with us, chimed in. "I don't know how you trust Marco that much, Ana. He's always causing drama." I smiled wryly. "I know, Isa. But he's been loyal so far."I was surprised to see Rosalia Hazelwood enter the building. It was a shock to me as our eyes collided. We sat down, discussing the recent events and how Rosalia's actions had affected us. "She’s been taking Massimo's attention away from us, ," Isabel said, her voice laced with annoyance. "And making him the topic of the day." Rosalia listened calmly, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "I've just been trying to get what
Massimo’s POV. I sat in the vehicle, sipping on a glass of whisky and smoking a cigarette. Rome drove, his eyes fixed on the road. We were headed to meet one of my close associates, someone who could help us uncover more about the bomb in our secret drug barn.As we drove, I turned to Rome "Do you think this bomb was a warning?" I asked, my voice low. Rome's expression was thoughtful. "It's possible," he said. "But we need to be careful. We don't know who's behind this."Just then, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen and saw a text from Isabel. "The bomb might be linked to the Governor. Rosalia has some connection to him." My expression changed, and Rome noticed."What's wrong?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. I took a deep breath before responding. "It's Isabel," I said, showing him the text. Rome's eyes scanned the message, his face grim."I always knew Rosalia had something going on that we don't know about," Rome said, his voice low. I nodded, feeling a sense of unease. Rosa
Massimo’s POV. I was arranging my guns behind my seat. I heard a knock on the door and turned immediately. I wouldn’t let an eye see who was in the door hole, my secrets remained with me."Who's there?" I inquired as I had my eyes fixed at the door. The handle rolled out as I heard a voice from the other side of the door. “Don, It’s me, Rome,” he replied and waited for my signal to come in. My heart which initially raced settled and I exhaled before sitting down. “Come in,” Rome walked in. He watched me closely and smiled wryly. "You’re pretending." I pretended to be doing something before he came in, but Rome knew better. He smiled at the whole drama."What's up, Rome?" I asked. “Hmm. Seems someone was trying to have his guns in check before he was being interrupted. Isn’t it?” “Hmm, and I think I’ll be taking things a bit farther than you think if the one who knocked wasn’t bearing the name ‘Romeo,’” I replied and we both gave ourselves a longing stare. “Aha?!” He said and w
Massimo’s POV. I turned around, and my eyes widened in shock. Rome had taken the shot, hitting Vladimir right between the eyes. I couldn't believe it. Vladimir, the guy who seemed so calm and collected, was now lying lifeless on the ground. I felt a mix of emotions - shock, relief, and a bit of guilt. Why hadn't I seen it coming?Rome entered the room, his face twisted in anger. "I told you, Massimo," he said, his voice firm. "I told you it wasn't safe to be alone with him." I looked at Rome, feeling a pang of regret. I should have listened to him.Rome's anger was directed at me, and I didn't blame him. I should have been more careful. "Rome, I'm sorry," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Rome's expression softened slightly, and he looked at me with a mix of concern and frustration.As we stood there, staring at Vladimir's corpse, I felt a wave of emotions wash over me. Vladimir was a threat, and Rome had taken him out. But still, I couldn't help but feel a bit shaken. Rome no
Massimo’s POV. I was so sure I would do more harm than good when I am exposed to someone of that nature. It was one of the most violent moments of my life. I entered the room and watched as they held him. He was already bleeding and I could tell Rome and the rest of the men in that room had given him the beating of his life. While I watched, he turned to see me on the other side of the room, he was reddened and I could tell he was going to die soon, even though he knew about this. “Come on Don, do your worst, you’ll have to finish me off instead, if you think I am going to give you listening ears, I don’t think there’s any reason standing there with the knife and watching me like an actual moron.” He said, his face shivering as she sat, chained to the wooden chair in the dark room.I chuckled. “Vladimir Sven, my good friend,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “He who stands before a king, must know how to take a bow,” He replied in a sneer and tried to convince me that h
Massimo’s POV. I felt utterly confused and frustrated. Just then, my phone rang. I checked and saw it was my sister, Vanessa. I couldn’t quite understand the meaning of such calls at that hour, even when she was closer to me at home. I picked it up immediately. “Massi, what’s good?” She said, Her voice is teasy and shallow. “Vanesa, what’s the problem?” I inquired, trying to understand her tone. I knew she was definitely up to something, but I couldn’t point my fingers at it. “Ouch, maybe I’ll just have to spill it out then. I think I’ll be joining Tracey and her sisters for the upcoming picnic to Spain,” "Vanessa, I don't think that's a good idea. You're still involved in our current mission, and I need you to stay focused," I said."Massimo, I need a break. I've been working non-stop for months, and I deserve some time off. Why are you always restricting me? It's like you don't trust me at all,"I sighed, feeling a headache coming on. "Vanessa, it's not about trust. It's about