Все главы Mafia's Nemesis : Глава 31 - Глава 35

𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘 “I'm sorry Miss—no verification, no entry.” The voice cut in, in a clipped manner. “Hey Mister. I've been here before—I just came to speak to Mr Hunt. He’s not expecting me, I know—it's just personal.” “Also,” Junior added, stepping forward. He placed the bucket of shells reverently at his feet, like a ceremonial offering. Straightening, he lifted his chin with childish dignity. “We brought him a present. That’s gotta be worth something.” Nevena squinted her eyes in disbelief, and nudged him aside gently. “Look—we’re not threats. I'm just a tourist, and he's a local.” she added, her voice threading between hope and fear. There was silence.A long beat. The kind that could smother one's confidence. “Does it mean we are sealed out?” Junior grumbled with a weary glance. “I had my doubts from the onset” Nevena replied, her voice barely perceptible. “Their loss—losers” Junior leaned toward the glass, making a scornf

𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘 Breanna’s fingers stop mid-stir, the spoon clinking once against the mug. She didn't jump in to force the full story out, instead she had her back to them, but her ears were sharper now. “No way. Grinch Hernández ? Mr Hunt’s right hand man?” The second staff cut in. Disbelief. “Swear on my badge—my cousin’s a medic at Eden—he said Mr Hunt wheeled him in, like a gutted deer, bleeding out all over those white tiles and barely breathing.” The first man snarled, buttressing his claim. The second agent gives a low whistle “Shit... If Grinch is bleeding out in a backroom, what does that say about Hunt’s inner circle—that guy is the core of their strength?” “Exactly. It’s weird, though. No cops—or official complaint of hit, no ambulance nor press. Just Antonio’s private suits, with silencers tucked under their coats.” The first man expressed his point. “Grinch’s too protected for this to be street-level” The second agent shook his

𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘 “No—” Grinch countered. “Just one—I have only one question”. “Okay” Blade grinned. “Where the hell were you last night, and what happened out there…Before you came back and tried to put a hole in my ribs?”. Antonio’s smile fades, he looks away for a moment. Then Grinch continued. “Why did you suddenly start aiming at your shadow, calling it the enemy?” “You’re not my enemy.” Antonio growled like a wounded lion. “Moreover, you’re still breathing.” “Only because I didn’t shoot back.” Grinch countered flatly. “Whole truth is that, you’re starting to treat me like trash” Antonio finally lowers his gaze—just for a beat. Shame and regret. “You should’ve stayed out of it, when I asked you to” Grinch’s eyes hold stead—concern and brutal loyalty. “You should’ve just let me in.” “You left with a restraining order, and came back with murder in your eyes…So tell me—what did you see out there?” Antonio looks away