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“Good, you can go now and Inform Richard and the others that I don’t want any visitors and I also should be alerted of anything suspicious.” “Yes boss.” he said as he walked away, As soon as Sergio walked out of my book, I laid on my bed and the first person my thoughts drifted to was Clara. I didn’t understand how someone could be so innocent and at the same time so fierce knowing that those two characters didn't ever match. She was such a mystery and one which I would love to solve and that too as soon as possible. With so much going on in my mind, I didn’t know when I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

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!

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."

It has been hours since Caterina has been in this room. The old raggedy clock on the wall reads 11:15 and the moonlight shines through the boarded-up windows, telling her it is late at night. Her hands were bound behind her back and her legs were tied together. Her stings from the stench of dirty water dripping from the pipes and her body itches from the overall disgust of the room. Different thoughts run through her mind and none of them are pleasant. Just yesterday, her biggest problem was her abusive boss who was already taken care of. Now, she's caught in a Mafia's game.

It was identical to the scent that was currently clinging to the air outside Diego's room. He stared down the empty hallway, his brow furrowing in deep confusion. No, he thought, shaking his head as a cold chuckle escaped his lips. It is impossible. Valeria was a dirty, frightened maid who groveled on the floor in an oversized apron. Luna was a fierce, commanding queen who moved like sin under purple lights. It was just a coincidence. Madrid was flooded with the same cheap perfumes, and his mind was simply playing tricks on him because he was exhausted. He brushed the ridiculous thought from his mind, turned on his heel, and walked back to his quarters, determined to erase the maid's tear-st

As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient because when that slip happened, she would be waiting to get it and hopefully unravel the deep dirty secrets of the mafia. Then New York would be a safer place and these dark times would be over. She looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk which she was trying to get through ,yawning because she was beginning to feel a little sle