Lahat ng Kabanata ng A GAME OF LIES: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Little Amira was left traumatized as she watched her father drop dead. Her mother went hysterical with madness. Carefully setting Amira back to the ground, she rushed to her husband, falling on her knees beside him. “Charles…Charles, please wake up.” Tears rolled down her face as she fisted her hands on his bleeding chest. “The boss said to leave no one alive.” Another man’s voice croaked from behind. A strangled gasp escaped Amira’s lips as she watched him point the gun directly at her mother’s back. “Mamma….” Her voice croaked with tears. The woman turned around, eyes wide at the weapon held behind her. Her scarf came loose at that moment, letting braids come rolling down her shoulders. “Run Amira, RUN! NOW!” She screamed. Tears running down her eyes, little Amira took to her heels bolting into the streets seconds before the gunshot went off behind

Amira let out a shaky breath, her defiant demeanor melting away under his burning gaze. She couldn’t tell him what went down between her and Alessandro. A man like Vitalio would do anything to eliminate all threats against him—including her. Was that it? Had Luca been a threat to him that he had no choice but to get rid of him and cover it up as an accident? Her hands fisted as she flashed back to after Luca’s death. She was only twenty-one years old then and confused. She had no money or a clue on how to move forward. She gave up on her dream as a journalist due to trauma and depression which led her into the streets where she met a woman who introduced her to a clubhouse where she worked as a stripper for two years in misery and pain. Getting drunk and suppressing her depression in drinks that only drove her deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole. Not until that night, when she was about being raped by

The shot cracked across the entire Mansion like thunder. But Montez didn’t move. Not even flinching an inch. One of his men shifted at the last second, a metallic ping ringing out as the bullet ricocheted off concealed body armor. “Wrong move,” Montez drawled, his voice carrying a bone-chilling calm over the chaos. He adjusted his cufflinks like they were discussing dinner reservations instead of death. “You just signed your own death warrant, old man.” Lamberto’s face contorted with rage, but Montez took a single, deliberate step forward. His men fanned out, semi-automatics at the ready, while the other tuxedoed goons tightened their stance. Amira couldn’t breathe nor could she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. That arrogant, unkillable bastard — the man who could smirk at an open gun barrel and make it look like foreplay. Damn it, if only that bullet had hit its mark. “Lower your weapon,” Montez ordere

The air in the Syndicate’s Naples stronghold was thick with cigar smoke and tension. A long mahogany table stretched down the dimly lit chamber, lined with men who controlled empires from the shadows. Their faces were a mix of age-worn cunning and ruthless youth, each bearing the kind of eyes that had seen lives taken and fortunes built from blood. In the midst of all this was one who held far more authority and dread than all of them combined—Montez Vitalio sitting at the head, as he always did when he attended these meetings. A black suit molded to his frame, along with a dark silk tie, a watch worth more than some of the cars parked outside gleaming on his wrist. He exuded a calm that only came from knowing every person in the room feared you. But fear was a different agent from respect. He was well aware that not all respected him. Who cares? Montez would rather be feared than respec

“I don’t think I’m in the mood for wine right now.” She faked a polite smile, refusing his offer. “Oh, that’s a shame….” Montez glared into the red liquid as if he were staring into an abyss. “….because I wasn’t asking you to, Amira.” He lifted his eyes to her. “I am telling you.” She swallowed, heart thumping endlessly in her chest. What the hell was going on? Did he suspect something? It couldn’t be! He couldn’t have known. “Here….” He placed the wine glass in front of her and took hers instead, raising it. “….won’t you toast with me, cara?” Damn it! Fingers trembling, she lifted the glass and clinked gently with his. Amira was left totally defenseless when he drank from her glass whilst keeping his gaze fixed on her. Shit, she was trapped. She couldn’t drink this or she would die. goddamn the bastard! He knew exactly what he was doing. Her hands curled t