บททั้งหมดของ Delayed but his: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Arman’s pov “Vito Genovese was considered the most despicable and dangerous gangster ever to run the streets. He arrived in New York from Naples at the age of 15 and became involved in violent street life from the beginning... By 1931, Genovese was Luciano's acknowledged right-hand man and underboss... In 1936, when Luciano was imprisoned, Genovese saw himself as the heir to the Mafia boss position... He was jealous of Costello's intelligence and ability to get things done with words rather than violence. Genovese undermined Costello’s leadership by focusing on the soldiers, who were neglected by Costello.Well what’s all I can see from the internet for now but that is then,and this is now boss.The Genovese bears a history of violence right from the onset and now we’re their next target also Barney became the acting boss in or about 1992 “ Fabio said looking between Simon and I . It’d been a week since I got back from Manhattan. I had locked in so hard when it came to carrying o

Estella’s pov I heard the shots before I saw them .It wasn’t like the movies,it was louder and messy.I opened my eyes,the rush of my own blood in my ears drowned out the silence of my room. I turned to pick up my phone but then realized Arman was miles away.I had to do something fast because I could hear the heavy footsteps ,they were getting close,whoever it was. The deafening splintering of the front door shattered the quiet, followed by the heavy, synchronized thud of boots on hardwood. As I stepped out of my room,Shadows masked in hoodies and tactical gear flooded the hallway of the guest wing,their faces illuminated briefly by the harsh white beam of a flashlight. The smell of burnt gunpowder or splintered wood filled the air, cutting through the familiar scent of the guest wing. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, but I forced my shaking hands to grip the wooden handrails .I moved swiftly and quietly, avoiding the creaky floorboard on the stairs, kno

Estella’s pov I blinked into consciousness. Day one was shock. Day two is the terrifying realization that this is real life now.Yesterday I was filled with so much adrenaline but now ,it was replaced by a cold ,heavy lump of dread in my stomach . No one seemed to visit me yet even though the lady that had brought me breakfast the previous day claimed so. And to think that she hasn’t even bothered to serve me lunch or even dinner,Who does that?! She sucked! As I wallowed in my thoughts,the urge to resist was replaced by a desperate need to comply to survive ,because I was broken. All through the night,I kept wondering what Arman was doing,how much more he was hurting ,Simon too,Ma Esmeralda and Alda that I’d grown a soft spot for lately .I was sure they would get to safety because now the location of their home had been breached. I had a lead also…there was a mole ..Who could it be? I mentally thought about the list of everyone I knew that could be linked to the Mend

Arman’s pov As I walked in,the industrial roar of the warehouse,forklifts,shouting and heavy machinery dropped into a sudden heavy silence. I took in my surrounding ,the men had stopped mid motion ,every head turned towards the entrance but their eyes dropped to show deference rather than challenge.I gestured at their brief,respectful nod,a silent acknowledgement of my rank which was everything in our world. I crossed the warehouse floor, the familiar scent of cardboard and diesel fading as I stepped into the glass-walled office a mobster had already opened for me.The air conditioning was humming too loud, a desperate fight against the warehouse heat. Salvador,my underboss and Simon’s twin brother, didn’t look up immediately. He was studying a ledger, his knuckles white as he gripped a pen. The tension in the small room was thick, suffocating—a stark contrast to the bustle outside. When I finally cleared my throat, he didn't just look up; he froze,his eyes narrowing instantly.

Arman’s pov I poured another finger of the liquor ,then set the glass on the table ,on top of a folder stamped photos.That folder was not alone ,other folders,papers and files covered every available inch on the table .The photos and files ,the documents they contained ,represented the quest to find Ralph and anyone linked to the Genovese.They represented everything that Miranda could pull on the Genovese. I passed a hand over my eyes,my head heavy from too much booze and too little sleep. “Arman” I heard someone call behind me. It was papa. He’d stepped out earlier to check on the warehouse with Simon —It was going to be easier doing that from the penthouse . He moved to the bar ,his tailored suit shifting seamlessly as he sat beside me. “Good day,papa” He gestured to the drink in front of me and I offered a finger of liquor to him. “I heard.Simon says you’ve been hell bent on this investigation.” “Everything keeps going to a dead end.” Papa finally turned fully