Piero felt all the air get sucked out of him at the man's statement. Everything was going on wrongly.“What?” this time it was the director's turn to express his surprise. The shock on his face was even greater than that of Piero.“We are still trying to find out the cause of the hitch. All hands are on deck and we will report back to you in less than two hours.” the head of the surveillance department said, trying to pacify the director.At that point, Piero wanted to get up and scream. It wasn't a glitch. It was a well thought out and executed plan by Cielo and whoever she was working with. “That little witch.” he gritted his teeth trying to look calm while he was boiling like a volcano inside. “Good. Get back to me immediately, we need to get to the root of this.” the director spoke and the head of the surveillance unit nodded. Piero stared at him from the side of his eyes. He felt the director was being too soft. He wished he was the director at that point. The head of the survei

“I'm Lorenzo. Lorenzo Verrilli,” he replied, satisfied with the expression that it brought to their faces. “Who?” one of the brothers asked after some seconds had passed. He knew the name, Verrilli, but he had never heard of Enzo. It's always been Alessio, and now Morelli. The guard released his grip on Enzo but still remained behind him. Enzo shrugged the aftermath of the grip off and refocused his attention on the men in front of him. The Vladimir brothers were known to be cruel and money minded. They controlled a great percentage of wealth in Palermo, thanks to the partnership they had with Alessio and the Verrilli family. One that didn't favor the Verrilli family. The Vladimir family was one of the strongest families back in Russia. They dealt in drugs, and weapons, and had a fair share of real estate investments. They controlled one of the largest regions in Russia and after coming of age, Dominik and his brother, Dimitri were told to remain in Italy, where they had schooled to

After spending some hours in the bar, Cielo got into her car and drove out. It was late into the night and the road was starting to get deserted. She had drunk a substantial amount of alcohol and the effects were now weighing on her. She muttered incoherent words as her hands wobbled on the steering wheel. She drove to a stop by the side of the road and pulled out a bottle of water, drinking half of its content at a go. She capped the bottle and dropped it back before starting the car again.She drove to Giovanni's place, and in a few minutes, she was standing in front of his door, ringing the doorbell. She still felt a little tipsy, and her eyes were a little fogging but she willed herself to stay strong. She leaned on the wall beside the door and closed her eyes. She heard footsteps coming towards the door but didn't open her eyes. Few seconds later, the door was pulled open and Giovanni stepped outside and looked around before spotting her standing beside the door. He took a step c

The director walked into Piero's room and met him lying face down on the bed. He stood by the door and watched Piero who turned on hearing the door open. It's been three days since Piero got shoot. He had gotten better, but he had been kept locked in the room since then.“I heard you ordered for me to be locked in here. Huh?” Piero challenged, sitting up on the bed. He had spent the last three days in the room in boredom. Just watching TV, reading magazines, and sleeping. That was boredom for him. He hated being confined in one place for a long time.“Ya. I needed you to fully recover.” the director replied, walking further into the room. His hands were buried deep in his pockets and he walked leisurely towards Piero's bed. Piero stared at the director and scoffed like he was in disbelief. “recover?” he asked like the word was some kind of strange word. “You know you didn't do that for me. Tell me something new." He didn't believe the director. He knew he didn't do that for him. The

“Ya. I want to take back the position as the family head,” Giovanni revealed and Cielo stared at him in shock, not believing what she had just heard. “What?” She finally exclaimed with a raised voice. “Why would you want to do that?” she asked, getting defensive.He shrugged lightly in response. “I think it's the best thing to be done,” she still wasn't convinced by his response. She bit her lips with an angry expression on her face. Why would her brother want to go back and frolic with the same family that didn't like them and never cared to look for them? If she had her way, she would have wiped them all out. She had stopped keeping tabs on the family about four years ago and had since shut everything about them out.“Dad wouldn't like this,” she maintained, finding her voice. “I think this is what he would want,” Enzo responded. They got into a cold silence, both of them staring at each other. She knew Enzo was right. Their father would have wanted him to become the next leader a