Mag-log inAnother demanded whiskey older than himself as a third requested wine imported from another continent.Every request was fulfilled immediately as some drank to celebrate victory the others drank to bury disappointment, either way the bartenders remained professional.While dancers twisted slowly around chrome poles bathed in crimson light enticing clients who can be considered perverts.The entertainment section carried an entirely different atmosphere.Red lights dominated the area as music pulsed softly through hidden speakers while the dancers moved with confidence and precision.Every movement drew attention and each turn attracted another pair of eyes, while some customers watched openly, others pretended not to watch.Yet all of them remained captivated.“She is so good at this…I should take her home you know.”“Look at that waist”The comments floated through the air as several men admired the performance.Laughter followed.Drinks were ordered.Money exchanged hands.The night
The thought amused him slightly because Mr Giovanni was known for elegance.Tradition and Authority.Francesco's casual appearance represented none of those things at least on the surface.“Well that's his business, his time has passed now it's mine to enjoy” Francesco said as he head out of the room.A certainty that his generation would do things differently, a certainty that the future belonged to him now and he does not give a damn.The underground corridor stretched ahead as both men began walking side by side while their footsteps echoed softly through the hall.Behind them Mufasa remained standing near the doorway, silently watching them leave.“Let's go Diego”THE CASINOSnow fell heavily over the frozen streets of Vladivostok with cars and people moving to and fro different destinations.The city looked almost lifeless beneath the harsh Russian winter, yet beneath that blanket of snow, life continued relentlessly. White flakes drifted endlessly from the dark heavens above, co
Several guards further down the hallway immediately looked toward the source of the roar before quickly looking away again.No one wanted unnecessary attention from either Francesco or his lion.“Come on Mufasa you don't have to worry about this, I won't spend so much time up there just some few hours and I will be back, trust me” Francesco said as he scratched Mufasa by the head.The lion immediately lowered its head slightly as its eyes softened even though it still appeared unconvinced.Francesco continued gently rubbing the thick fur around Mufasa's neck and for a few moments the tension disappeared completely.At that moment it was simply a boy and the animal that had remained beside him through everything.“I can't have you tag along so we won't have to cast out location….you know we are laying low for now to avoid steady attacks for now till we find our feet in this world we found ourselves now,” Francesco said as he went on his knee.The movement surprised even Diego, that the
The instruction was direct and there was no uncertainty attached to it as the countdown had already begun.“Also I need you to look into those names Sergie gave to us in the interrogation room, I need you to do a thorough research on those guys…I mean every single thing you can find about them from their real names, down to their ancestry, I need every one of them,” Francesco said in a serious voice as he kept walking with Diego right behind taking notes.The request was extensive, but Diego was not surprised because this was exactly how Francesco operated.He never accepted surface-level information, he wanted everything from hustories to connections.Weaknesses and the strengths.Family ties.Financial records.Every detail could become useful.Every detail could become a weapon.“Alright sir I will do that” Diego carefully memorized every instruction.“Also I need you to look into this Dmitry guy for me, get me every single Intel you can lay your hands on” Francesco said.That req
Finally he lowered his head.“Yes she does sir”Francesco nodded slowly like the answer seemed to settle something in his mind.“Then it is settled” Francesco said as he signals Mufasa who had been waiting patiently to do what it knows how to do best.The lion immediately rose from its resting position, its movement alone caused Sergei's stomach to tighten.The massive beast commanded attention without effort and it's presence alone filled the room with that calmness that somehow made it even more frightening.“You have him for yourself” Francesco said and instantly Mufasa pounced on the man, tearing every single skin on his body and crushing every bones.“Ahhhhh save me please, help me” the man screamed but before he could scream again Mufasa bit down on his throat and with one full swing he broke the man's neck instantly ripping out his esophagus and so the, the man died.The atmosphere inside the room changed immediately as panic instantly spread through the prisoner's face, desper
That was not what he expected, not at all.“What..why are you so surprised, or is it that you are lying?” Francesco asked as he bent down looking straight at the man in the face.The question landed heavily as Sergei's heartbeat immediately accelerated while his thoughts raced because one wrong answer could destroy everything.“Of course not sir I won't dare do such when my life can be taken any time?” Sergei said.His response came quickly, sounded sincerely or at least it sounded sincere.“If you aren't then you should not keep that face at all, but then before any further movements I would love to know, how exactly did you get this Intel?” Francesco asked and like an arrow shot directly at Sergei he shook at those words from Francesco.The question hit harder than expected so much harder as the fear on Sergei's face became instantly visible.His eyes shifted that even his breathing changed and that slight reaction did not escape Francesco's notice.Nor Dmitry's.Nor Diego's.Some
“Dmitry what's the update on the survivors we captured?” Francesco asked as he fixed his expression on Dmitry.The question was expected.Francesco had specifically ordered the prisoners kept alive,their value remained significant.“They on 24/7 surveillance in the hospital were they are receiving
The training space.Even the placement of Mufasa's resting area.Everything reflected his preferences almost perfectly and just for a brief moment he felt as though he was back at the Ndrangheta estate rather than hidden beneath a casino in a foreign country.That familiarity brought a strange comfo
A strange chill moved through him as his heartbeat accelerated from the overwhelming feeling that something was wrong, something deeper than a nightmare that was beyond ordinary explanation.The sensation pressed against his mind, persistent and for a brief moment he felt exactly as he had inside
And standing there staring back from within it was himself or something that looked like him.The figure possessed his face, his body and his entire features and yet the eyes were completely different, it was pitch black, bottomless and extremely terrifying.Those eyes seemed capable of seeing thro







