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Mafia's Nemesis*** “If she's really important to him, he should come take her once he returns”. Breanna smirked. “Sophia—bring her along”. She commanded. “Really?”, Nevena eyed Sophia as she gestured at her to follow them. “You're doing this ?”. “Please!” Sophia muffled only to Nevena's hearing, making her shoulders drop in defeat. Grinch's mind was in utter disarray, but his face maintained a calm expression as they led Nevena away. “Thanks for accommodating my request.” Sophia acknowledged in a whisper and Nevena gave her a little squeeze on the shoulder. “It's nothing”.༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶAT THE AMBIANCE OF THE HQ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ “Miss Nevena Bachvaro!” Breanna called, her eyes fixed on the woman sitting across the table. “No, ma’am. It’s Bachvaro...v” Nevena corrected gently, her Bulgarian accent curling around the name like silk. Breanna raised a brow, “Noted". She adjusted the file before her. “Let’s begin. On the night of the 17th—you were abducted—b

Mafia's Nemesis** He blinked slowly, trying to focus. “But why are you doing this, Mother Liza—when it's obvious that my presence cursed you?” “Because I'm a Mother.” She glanced back at him. Smoke already curled into the sky from the direction of the village. Her voice broke. “I can’t bear to see any of my children go astray. Nature gave you another chance—if the police take you, that change dies, and that’s what I can’t tolerate." Antonio’s{Blade} lips parted like he wanted to say something—maybe sorry, maybe stop—but he didn't. "We're here" Liza Minnelli announced, facing him again. Antonio darted his eyes around. He could hear the sounds of moving vehicles, which means there is a busy road ahead. "Is it an Express ?", he asked, his eyes filled with curiosity. Liza nodded, she looked at him really hard. Not as a suspect, not as the man with a knuckle knife. Just a son. A man who lost sight of right and wrong. "Did something happen?" Antonio asked, due to the intens

Without wasting a second, Grinch reached for his hip holster, unbuckling his gun. “El Grinch me encontró. No creo que necesites su fusca. {Grinch found me. I don’t think you’ll need to take his gat}” Blade broke the oppressive tension as Grinch handed the gun to Lucas. “Cat's meow! {Great!}”. Lucas’ coarse tone dropped. His thumb slowly traced the edge of the gun, now in his possession. “Grifter!{Con man!}, your noodle{head} got saved today.” He taunted Grinch with a devilish grin, handing back the gun. Grinch dropped to his knees as he received the gun, a hint of relief in his tone. “Le agradezco, Don, por su compasión {I thank you, Don, for your compassion}.” Lucas pulled him up—into an embrace. “Puede que la próxima vez no tengas tanta suerte {You might not be so lucky next time}.” He whispered, but the threat was loud and clear to Blade and Grinch. Antonio blinked his eyes knowingly, because vouching for his Consigliere 'Grinch' was the o

Mafia's Nemesis****A faint voice answered Breanna from the bathroom. Bracing herself, she charged across the flaming room. Using a half-burnt towel, she flung the bathroom door open. Inside, Sophia curled in the bathtub filled with water. She trembled violently, whispering something faintly. Immediately she saw Breanna, she broke into tears. "You came for me" she sobbed, stretching her hands to Breanna. "Why wouldn't I?", Breanna's voice cracked. She was relieved that Sophia was smart enough to turn on every faucet in the bathroom. With a creaky groan from the ceiling, Breanna grabbed Sophia's hand, pulling her out of the bathtub. “Follow my lead, else we go down with the ruin.” Breanna spoke hoarsely, no waste of time with sympathy. Sophia’s survival instinct kicked in. She stumbled after her, making for the exit. The sight of the main office however got her terrified. It was totally unrecognizable, fire leapt like living beasts, devouring wood

‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿ MAVERICK HOSPITAL,FRONT ALLEY– AFTERNOON ‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿ Nevena stepped out of Maverick Hospital . She stood for a moment under the pale awning, her fingers curled tightly around the small cup of orange juice Junior had given her. She didn’t open it. She couldn’t—instead, she tucked it carefully into the canvas tote the nurse gave her. Walking out of the gate , she flagged down a cab . “Good day Mister”, she greeted. “4A New Oak Guest House—Drench Lane.” “Hop in” the cab man invited her in a humble tone.‿‿‿‿ 20 MINUTES LATER ‿‿‿‿ The cab idled as it took the Drench lane— Nevena stared out of the window as her guest house loomed ahead. The cab slowed in front of the guest house, its tires crunching softly against the gravel drive. “Here we are,” the driver announced , killing the engine. Nevena didn’t answer, rather her grip tightened around the tote in her lap, This was the place. The same house where she was kidnapped—where her scre