Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Redemption : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

MarcoEveryone had their specific positions at the large hall. I was assigned to stay with Big Tom all night like some cheap body guard. Andrea hovered around him most of the time. Other times I caught him talking to some guests at the large garden.We arrive at a decorated hall. It is a chapel and a priest stands far ahead in front of empty pews. A man in black suits and dark shades stands by his side.Is Andrey planning a wedding or an actual coronation? I shoot Andrea a suspicious glance but he doesn't catch it. “Could that be him?” Andre asks Big tom as we approach the tall man in white shiny robe. “I don’t expect him to be here himself,” Big tom replies, suddenly halting and turning to me, puffing his tobacco-filled mouth to my face, “How about you go get yourself a drink.”I meet Andrea’s gaze only for him to gesture my compulsory exit, like father did whenever he had a bloody task.“Why do I have to leave?” I question, my gaze still resting on Andrea, instead of Big Tom. “Ma

Marco A continuous buzzing sound fills the air, pulling me from the hazy fog of unconsciousness. I tilt my head, blinking against the blinding brightness that surrounds a tall figure standing before me."Took you that long," he says, his voice cutting through the silence and wind like . And in an instant, I recognize the face. The mysterious devil who holds my fate in his hands.I try to lift my arm, to aim at him, but my bad leg protests, sending a jolt of pain through my body. I'm stuck, my ass glued to a metal chair, and my hands cuffed behind me.Two more men enter the small, empty room, their presence adding to the suffocating tension in the air."I figured we needed to make something clear," the devil speaks again, with his usual smooth and dangerous voice. "If our collaboration is to work, I need to be sure I can trust you. Especially after last night's... incident.""You've taken everything from me," I spit out with bitterness and anger. "What more could you possibly want?""T

One year laterSarahA sharp, urgent knock startles me from the soothing rhythm of rocking Carlos to sleep in my arms. It had taken more than an hour of tender care to pacify his incessant cries, and I couldn't bear the thought of him waking up again. I lay him in his crib and answer the door, desperate to silence the noise that threatens to disturb his nap time."Who is it?" I called out, my voice a little above a whisper."You have a package, ma'am," the voice says from the other side.I hesitate, my mind racing. I hadn't ordered anything, and I rarely spoke with the neighbors since arriving here. A sense of unease settles over me as I cautiously open the door, revealing a delivery man with a pen and paper in hand."You need to sign here, ma'am," he says, his voice having no emotion."Who is it from?" I ask."Look, ma'am, I don't know. I'm just doing my job."I glance around, scanning the peaceful surroundings for any sign of danger. Satisfied, I sign the paper and carry the package

MarcoTwo weaknesses haunt me relentlessly. Sarah is one. I've forced myself to accept that she's no longer a part of me, burying the pain deep every night. But, now, hearing of a possibility and seeing it for myself, there’s no going back, denial is no longer an option. Whatever these enigmatic people seek, I'll provide it.I observe as the mysterious woman is ushered into a sleek car, the convoy fading into the night. Driven by the thirst for answers, I hurry out of the bar. A motorcycle sits idly at the corner, its keys still in place. I watch the owner for a while, but as more distance adds between me and these enigmas, I seize the opportunity, leaping onto the bike and tear off into the darkness."Hey! That's my bike!" the owner shouts, but his protests are drowned out by the roar of the engine. I race after the convoy without looking back, pushing through the crowded streets, determined to uncover the truth. If this woman needs my aid, then I must know who she is. If ever her wo

Marco “We have a meeting with the boss.” I drop the call immediately as I glance at the alarm clock.“Shit!”All attempt to prove a worthy first impression is about to be ruined. I take a quick shower and hurry into the outfit provided by my new boss—black clean suits.I look too responsible for my reputation. Some sort of a corporate worker with no past. That was me few years ago. I take a deep breath, remembering how passionate I was about the tech world and how my corporation died years ago in my quest for revenge. Now I've fallen to the level of a street dog searching for free meal, at the mercy of my own very enemy clocked as family. I swing my phone into my pockets and head for the entrance.Two boxes sit comfortably at my front desk. I take a sharp glance around but there's no sight of anyone. I unravel the packages in my new vehicle.A note falls off the sides,“Give this to him personally.”On the smaller box, i find another note, “This is yours.”I unravel the package th