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"I need to retrieve his body..."Mr. Giovanni's eyes remained fixed on the silent estate ahead of him. His thoughts had already crossed the gates long before his body ever would."...and after that..."His jaw slowly tightened."I will personally bring down every single bast—""SIR GIOVANNI!"The powerful voice shattered the silence inside the command vehicle, before Mr. Giovanni could finish his sentence, a firm hand landed gently on his shoulder.It was Mr. Pietro.The sudden interruption pulled Mr Giovanni back into reality like a man waking from a deep dream, for a brief moment, Mr. Giovanni blinked several times as though his mind was trying to reconnect with the world around him.Mr. Pietro immediately noticed the slight change in his boss's eyes, his own face carried an unusual mixture of surprise, concern, and confusion.He had served beside Mr. Giovanni long enough to understand that his boss occasionally disappeared into deep thought.But never like this, not during an opera
"I am here... Outside my best friend's estate." Mr. Giovanni's eyes remained fixed on the massive entrance gate before him, but his thoughts had already travelled far beyond the walls that stood in front of the convoy."...And before I can even enter through the gate, I receive a warning from an enemy." His expression stayed neutral "...An enemy who clearly knew I would come."The realization on that, slowly settled into his mind. "They knew I would come... yet they still made sure I arrived too late."For several long seconds, silence surrounded him, then unexpectedly...a smile slowly appeared on his face, this was the smile of a man whose mind had just begun assembling pieces of a dangerous puzzle.It was the smile of someone who understood that every action on a battlefield carried a hidden meaning.Mr Giovanni's fingers rested gently against the armrest inside the SUV while his sharp eyes continued observing the estate without blinking."Looking at everything before me now...I am
The moment the convoy drew close to the estate, every instinct honed through years of warfare told them that something was terribly wrong.The atmosphere itself carried an unsettling weight. There was no sound of birds. No movement from the surrounding trees. The eerie silence hanging over the estate was not the silence of peace—it was the silence that came after violence.The air was thick with the unmistakable scent of burnt gunpowder, mingled with the metallic smell of fresh blood. It drifted through the partially opened windows of the lead vehicles, reaching every soldier before anyone uttered a single word.It was enough, every experienced man in the convoy knew exactly what it meant, someone had fought here, someone had died here."EVERYONE TAKE COVER IMMEDIATELY!"The urgent command exploded through the communication channel, the voice belonged to one of the Ndrangheta soldiers stationed at the front of the convoy. There was no hesitation in his tone, only raw urgency born fro
Mr Pietro said as his eyes widened at the realization that surely the enemy involved this time was the same person that had wanted the Ndreghata clan to be in utter confusion.“Can it be?” Mr Pietro asked once more as he tries to clarify clearly that he was not just thinking things because of the confusion or an emotional mind.“Try to connect with Don Francesco right now” Mr Pietro said suddenly to the soldier. “Sir?” The soldier said, confusion clearly written on his face as he couldn't understand why he is asked to reach out to the young down.The same expression could be seen on the facese of everyone in the room as they fixed their at Mr Pietro, confusion clearly written on their faces also as they wondered if Mr Pietro was in his right sense right now.Right now if all times, at such critical moment when everything was in turmoil, how can he think of calling someone who is on a mission already.How can he care more about reaching out to Frnacesco when he knew clearly that they
“Secure the perimeter, men fire at this bastards…do not allow them breathing space at all” one of the captains screamed as everyone saw that the Don had been shot.“Ohh my goodness that was really close. How can this guys be so clean in their shots” Mr Tommaso asked himself as he couldn't bring himself to understand how could someone can he with shooting so precise from such distance “I need to secure myself well else I go down before anything can even be achieved.” Mr Tommaso gave himself a final push as he stood up gingerly from the ground “men move into tortoise formation” he shouted the order.The moment the order went out, every single soldier got into formation as they use their body as shield, shoulder to shoulder they cling to each other as they fired gingerly at the assassins.“You” Mr Tommaso said to one of the captains to his right “is that line connecting?” He asked.“Yes sir, fully functional sir” the captain replied as he dodged and in the same motion fired an head sho
Mr Tommaso had hidden the Silver Bane in a specially coded briefcase and the one the figure held was a decor, he had created it since the beginning of the work to avoid unforeseen circumstances as this. He can gladly say that that decision was the best he had ever made at all.That memory brought him a small sense of relief because over the years, he had considered the possibility of betrayal and had considered the possibility of infiltration.Yes, Mr Tommaso had considered the possibility that one day someone would discover his secret project he had spent his entire life working on since the night the Five Fingers Organisation attacked him…and that fear of discovery had led him to create a duplicate.A convincing fake, a backup plan and something that could buy him precious time, and now, that decision had paid off for him.“I need to be extra careful now. Since the enemy knows about my plan it is best I survive today, else all my work and effort with be waste” Mr Tommaso said to him
The guard blinked and then blinked again, surely he had heard wrong.An upgrade?A promotion?After all the problems tonight?The idea sounded ridiculous and impossible and yet Diego spoke with such confidence that the words felt genuine and for the first time since the confrontation started, hope
Despite the pressure, the man held his ground even though his voice shook slightly but yet he refused to move.He had been given instructions and he intended to follow them even if doing so caused problems.“And what nonsense changed, I want to know bastard” the same thug who asked earlier spoke a
The Sil clan survived because of the Ndranghetas, that in itself is fact that can't be argued about and without them…The Casa Sil would have been destroyed long ago.“You see, children do not understand the love and respect they are shown till they have lost it totally and that right now is what w
“The suffocating aura he carried around himself wherever he goes feels like darkness itself followed him everywhere…now that I think about it, the way people instantly lowered their heads whenever he walked into a room make me want to puke right here and now, like what nonsense is all that for” Azz







