He frowned at the paper and then back at her, trembling at the sight of the evidence piled in a huge file, ready to ruin him. He swallowed hard. "Where did you get this?" She patted her hair carefully, pushing back invisible strands. Who the heck was this woman, and what the hell was she doing in Maya? "It's hard for anyone to turn a request down when money gets involved; I advise you to clean your circle," she said, studying her nails, "Manuel, you can tear those if you want; I have more than a hundred copies." "Maya, why are you doing this? What do you want from me?" Her eyes flared, and she sat up, face to face with him, "How dare you ask me that? How dare you?" "Boss," she heard Luca's comforting tone and stayed still. Then she took a deep breath, fell back on the car seat, and crossed her legs, revealing a slit down the sides, showing long, creamy thighs. "In a way, I'm helping Anna, stopping her from getting married to a leech for a husband. But all the same, Manuel, the sm

Her fist clenched and unclenched, standing right there. She turned to look at Manuel, who had his eyes wholly on Anna. Maya scoffed. Anyone who didn't know would want what Anna had.She felt tired just standing there watching her betrayal take place; seems the alcohol had also kicked in, for she had to shake her head several times to keep the focus on everything going on.No way she was going to let this damn wedding take place. No damn way she would make that bastard make a fool out of her! He would receive the repercussions, even if it meant using her blood. She moved out of the bench, slowly past people who seemed offended that her wobbly legs couldn't stay in place. And therefore protested. she did not go that far when Luca held her wrist.She turned quickly to look at him, and she was met with his stern expression."What do you think you are doing, Maya?" He pulled her back gently, forcing her to sit back on the bench, then bent his face to hers "look here, Maya! I was asked to b

Derinem stared at the scene with two of his men, watching the tattered bushes that seemed odd because of the part where Luca had been found, bleeding from his head and shoulders.His heart tightened as his heartbeat increased. Who would have done this? Shot Luca and kidnapped Maya. It wasn't just any kidnap game, for there has not been any call whatsoever. And the men have not left a single piece of evidence that would point them out.He had always felt this could end like this, but how could he have known it could? He remembered how jumpy and cold he had felt when he heard Luca groan and Maya's struggle scream; he recalled how helpless he had felt, not able to do anything, staring at the phone.The men stood behind their Don, watching him gaze at the crime scene, taking all his willpower not to pick up a gun and crash at Alfredo's crib. Not trusting himself, he had sent soldiers to grace the place instead of him.He raked his hands through his hair. He couldn't stop feeling responsib

Maya watched him stare at the picture a little more, and in those few seconds, her fear grew so much that it was becoming painful even to breathe. She wouldn't be alive in a moment; she just knew it.She watched him move to the picture and pick it up, turning it and facing it downwards.Maya felt pity for the man; she could see the raw pain in his eyes; no wonder he hadn't moved on yet."You see, Maya. If you ask people, what do you think of President Giovanni?" He pulled his jacket, threw it on a sofa, and proceeded to undo his cuff. "Some say he's a good man, generous, blah blah," he shrugged, "but some say he's a monster! The side of me experienced determines that."Maya shook her head, trying to stop her chest from heaving so severely that she thought she would get a heart attack.His shirt sleeves folded to his arm, he stood before her, his fist clenched, his salt and pepper hair cut in a low cut. He was a fine man; he didn't look acceptable to her then."Who killed my son?"She b

Damon sucked on his cigar, watching Jack zip up the last body in the bag. The small room where they were was illuminated by red lights, causing more chill for anyone who passed by that door.Even then, they could still hear the blast of music coming from the main pub as music bounced from wall to wall toward them.Dancing and sweaty bodies gliding against each other, making it hard to pass without coming in contact with the mouth of a drunk straight to your nose If you weren't Don.He glanced at the ceiling, blowing the smoke away. He had been here longer than usual, sorting out business, especially betrayal to the Mafia. And he was surprised there were many of them posing as loyal followers. He stared at the gun in his hand and the bodies on the floor. It came with repercussions.Jack, cleaning his bloody hands on his suit pants, walked towards him, leaving the rest of their men to do the work. Damon offered him a cigar, and he picked one out, sniffing against the brown wrapping."Cap