Ouuuuuuuu Literally all I have to say ;) It's Saturday, so I'll be updating again soon. Already at 400+ words on the next chapter. I hope I don't get lazy soon. **inserts crying emoji's**
Juan made a decision that he was going to go to that place all by himself. The street thug was kept at the safe house, and after that, Juan got back home. He met Arya in the living room, reading a book and sipping a cup of coffee. Donatella was there while reading a book, and Dante was in the living room, discussing something with his daughter, who was not even listening to him.“You’re back,” Dante said, standing up.“Yes.""So what’s the update? What’s the progress? I heard what happened at… the club.”“Well, it’s sorted temporarily. There are still damages we need to sort out, but not now. I, on the other hand, have somewhere to be,” Juan said.“Oh, where is that?”“Giuseppe’s hideout may have been found,” Juan told him.Stepping closer into the living room, he stood in front of Arya and lifted her chin up.“Mio Angelo,” he commented. “How do you feel?”“I’m fine,” she said nervously, removing his hand slowly from her face.“Are you sure about that?” he asked her.“Yes, I’m sure,”
Danny was not able to provide tangible information on Giuseppe Rinaldi so Juan had to do some findings on his own with other street thugs. He went back to the street with dilapidated buildings and found the man he had talked to earlier, handling him a wad of cash. "I found something out," the man said, looking around nervously. "What's that?""We should talk in your car?" He said, his body shaking slightly like he was scared of something. "Confidential. Very very.""Oh?" Juan said. Hernandez stepped forward and patted the man down, pulling out a gun from the man's pocket which he confiscated. "A man's gotta protect him self somehow," the thug said. "Get in," commanded Hernandez gruffly, pushing him to the back of the car. "I need protection," he said. "Guarantee me that.""You'll be kept in a safe house," Juan said, although he was not quite sure how safe the safe houses were anymore because of how deeply rooted Giuseppe Rinaldi's operations were. "What's that?""There's an unde
Eventually, Arya and Donatella were taken back to Juan's mansion. The drive in the car was relatively silent. Both girls huddled up against each other, still shaking in fear but Donatella was trying to feign being alright. The moment they had gotten home and had settled down, Juan was back on the road with Hernandez in the car beside him. He needed to speak with Danny, and he was thanking his lucky stars that Danny had been moved from a different warehouse before the time of the explosion.But before speaking with Danny, he would have to go to the street, speak to the street lords and thugs, and see if he would be able to get any information about the man's whereabouts or hiding places.One thing he just needed was to find out where Giuseppe Rinaldi was hiding, just so he could sabotage his plans, and possibly even see Giuseppe Rinaldi face to face. He thought of ways to beat Giuseppe Rinaldi—perhaps get his number from Ricotta's phone that he had confiscated. And when he got his num
Anger erupted in Juan like a volcano. It coursed through his veins like magma flowing downwards from one. His hands shook, eyes turning even redder than before. Giuseppe's plan was to destabilize him my launching multiple attacks and so far it was working because he was distracted by so many things. A shooting has happened here and in Rome as well where he was supposed to have an exhibition in just two weeks. It was bad for business because there was a likelihood sponsors would pull out and no one would want to attend feeling like the place was not safe. "Few hours before close. Got wind of it and send men there to help but the shooters has already began action.""Is there anyone hurt?""Unfortunately," Dominic said, his voice filled with regret. "French ambassador Antoine Chevalier came to visit today.""I wasn't aware that he would be visiting now or any time soon," Juan said, trying to be calm. "Had an urgent meeting today and decided to stop by the wine museum. Severe injury i
He punched the man hard in the face without thinking, his fists connecting painfully with the man's nose. The man fell to the floor with a thud, groaning in pain as he held his nose. Juan stood there, his chest heaving as he stared at the man with unbridled disgust and hatred. Then his eyes snapped towards Arya and Donatella angrily. "Let's go," he said in a cold voice. Arya looked at Donatella who gave Juan a defiant gaze and then back at him. "I am not ready to go home. The night has barely started," she said to him. "I'm not asking you," he told her, boring his red eyes into hers. "We leave now. With you as well Donatella. Does your father know that you are here?""We are full grown adults," Donatella said stubbornly. "He couldn't care less.""This place he dangerous for a woman to be," Juan said, grabbing Arya's arm firmly and using his head to make a motion to Donatella to follow them. "It's not a dangerous place for a woman to be," Dona said stubbornly, her lips pulling int
They slipped out the back door of the building, climbed into Dona’s expensive car, and drove away. After a few minutes, Dona pulled into a small shopping center that she owned.“What are we doing here?” Arya asked, confused.Dona tossed a small shopping bag into Arya’s lap and gave her a playful smile. “We’re getting you your first real bikini.”The beach they went to was quiet and peaceful. It wasn’t crowded at all. The sun was starting to set, and the sky turned soft colors—pink, orange, and gold. Dona kicked off her sandals and ran into the water, laughing loudly.Arya stood on the edge of the sand for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then she stepped forward, letting the waves wash over her feet. Slowly, she walked deeper into the water.They played in the water for what felt like hours. They splashed each other and laughed loudly, like little kids without a care in the world. The water sparkled under the late sun, and the sky above them looked almost unreal—full of pink, orang
Arya was not exactly sure how to react to Donatella's statement. She did not want a friendship built on a foundation of talking bad about someone. She gave a polite smile and walked into the elevator with Donatella whose face once again had taken on that impassive look. The elevator beeped and the door opened. They stepped out— Donatella leading her towards a corridor and finally to an office with glass doors. She pushed it open and Arya stepped through, trying not to show how much she was in awe of the office. "So yeah, you probably already know that I'm Donatella. But I preferred to bd called Dona.'Arya nodded politely and smiled at her. "Do you have any plans for today?" She asked. "Well, we are spending the full day together so there's a lot to do!" Dona grinned. "We'll go shopping— here, of course. And then have brunch. Do a bunch of random stuff and then we'll go clubbing at night."Clubbing... Arya wanted to have the experience, but she was not sure Juan was going to let h
Arya was nervous. She stood in front of the mirror, shifting on her foot and adjusting her flared sundress. She had sneakers on to match her dress and a Jimmy choo bag hung on her shoulders. She touched up her lip gloss, and then adjusted her hair as well. She looked around and sighed, taking a step back from the mirror. “Are you ready to go?” Juan said from behind her.She gasped, turning around to face him. “Yes, I suppose I am.”“Well, I shall be driving you there.”“Driving me there?” she asked. “Don’t tell me you’re hanging out with us.”“No, but I shall be around there and watching, just to be sure you are safe.”“I am safe, Juan. There’s no need for any of that.”“You don’t have to be upset. It’s not safe out there, and we both know that,” he said to her. “Stop being unnecessarily stubborn, Arya.”“I’m not being stubborn. I’m only telling you that you don’t need to follow me. I am more than capable of doing this alone. She has her own bodyguard. And if you’re so worried about
Greco laughed heartily and threw his head back."Oh dear, when will you stop with your jokes, Juan? I thought that ended with, um, childhood," he said to Juan. "We both know that Giuseppe Rinaldi is dead—and has long been dead. How many years has it even been now? Up to ten years?""Well, I’m telling you," Juan said seriously, "apparently dead men can rise from the grave.""No," Greco said, shaking his head. "You’ve got to be kidding me—or perhaps pulling my leg.""I’m not," Juan replied. "And now, we have to find out where he’s hiding: his warehouse, his trucks, everything—so we can destroy him from the inside out. Because for him not to leave traces..." Juan shook his head. "He must’ve gotten the approval of the streets."Greco nodded. "But you have the approval of the streets as well. So I don't know... perhaps you can meet with some of your people?""I doubt those random folks will help me out," Juan said. "Giuseppe Rinaldi is playing a cultural game—a game of tribalism. They’re g