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Natalie's smile slowly faded… she seemed worried about what Camille asked. The waiter began serving the first course…for a while, the conversation between Camille and Natalie remained harmless… questions like where she had grown up, what she studied, how she'd met me…Just simple polite questions. Then her tone shifted. "You know," Camille said, swirling the wine inside her glass, "the Moretti family has always attracted interesting people." Natalie looked at her curiously. "Really?" "Oh, yes…Some arrive because they're invited."…She paused…"Others simply wander in."

And I would stop at nothing to get my answers. "Watch everything around you burn. We are closer than you think. Yours revengefully, M." ‘M?’ I know a lot of mafia's initials with ‘M’ and I might have killed a lot. But nobody sends a threat without a reason, only cowards send cryptic messages. I prefer direct hits, but if they want to play hide and seek then I'm down for it. I'll make sure to get those who dare come into my home and touch my prey. My mind was racing with possibilities, but two names kept popping up:

It seemed impossible, yet here she was, held captive and used as bait. She leaned closer to the door, straining to hear as much as she could. The men outside were speaking Italian, and though she didn't understand all of the words, she could make out some key phrases. "...mafia...don Marko..." "...from the Italian mafia..." Her heart hammered as she tried to absorb this new information. So, Marko was involved with the Italian mafia? That would explain some things, but it also filled her with more dread.

I walked closer and stood by the bar as I tried to see who it was that had such kind of security. The closer I got to the booth, it became as clear as day who those men worked for. "Jake" the wolf " Moretti, one of the biggest and most feared real estate mogul. His black suit was as dark as the night outside, his eyes cold especially under that chandelier, the blue eyes shown and looked some type of green. Everyone knew who he was or had heard of him. He was good at what he did and he was known for being ruthless and merciless. Both qualities I did not agree with.

If Mario was the mole, there is a 100% chance that he is the other one. "I really don't think that it is necessary to answer your questions because I am your father not the way around. But as you already know, because I know you were following me, I went to get some things. Don't know if the absence of that girl made you all forget that people needs to eat" He says raising grocery bags for me to see. I look at the bag, reading the label. The name of the supermarket on the bag is totally different from the one he entered earlier. Infact it wasn't even in the same location or close to each other. I mentally note down the name on the bag. Andrei would go check it out.

Savita tai said while moving the door shut. ******* On the other side _ Leaving the noise and hustle bustle of the metropolitan city a big and splendid mention was standing proudly in the outskirt if the city. It was very beautiful and magnificent. It has 10 floors. It was the house of the business tycoon manik malhotra. Manik malhotra who is the second name of perfection, thought he is involved in some illegal activities too but his business always works like a sheild to him. He is the mafia leader in mumbai and a big name of underworld.

He didn't understand of course, but Jenn—one of the female maids—helped me translate it to him. I walked inside the big kitchen, Igor was absent(strange, given the kitchen was practically his home.) I saw a few maids doing the dishes, I walked up to them and gently dropped the plate, all three looked up at me with horror, the other two who were cleaning also looked at me with the same look, I started to wonder what the problem was. Had Aleksei kissed me so hard he ruined my lipstick!

Taylor’s pov The detective and I reached France early. From there, we went straight to a little village called CABONA. Once we got there, We asked some towns people where to find Vincent Vincenzo, and they pointed to a huge farm house. Vincent’s ranch was highly guarded. My Dad has bodyguards, but this was nothing compared to that. Every corner I looked were two armed men pointing their guns at us, I was a little bit spooked. The detective noticed that and squeezed my hand slightly.

“What do you want to do?” Ximena didn’t answer immediately. If she went public again, it would look performative—another outburst, another victim monologue. That would be Santiago’s win. No. She needed to dismantle this quietly. Ruthlessly. ⸻ Across the city, Miguel stood on the rooftop of Hôtel Marais Argent, wind pushing back the collar of his coat as he waited. The man he’d arranged to meet was late. Predictably. When Alain Moreau finally appeared, he wore the usual cloak of industry indifference—pressed coat, dark scarf, and the self-important swagger of someone who had invested in scandal before.

He held out a hand and Douggie took it. Looking at the special agent in charge, Douggie was picturing Timothy Magee from the TV show. The Navy one, whatever the name of it was. “Yeah, I know what you’re thinking.” Mac grinned. “Everyone tells me that I look like Sean Murray. The actor that plays Magee on NCIS.” “That’s the show.” Douggie said as their hands fell to their sides. Mac handed over a small pocket size bottle of Tylenol. “You look like you could use this.”