Novel & Cerita Clandestine Meeting

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ The meeting was set in Il Segreto, an abandoned 1930s speakeasy turned neutral ground on the Chicago River. Men filled every wall, pressed into the corners. Lombardis in slick charcoal suits, cufflinks glinting like fangs. Capones in black, always black. No logos, no gold, just clean-cut suits and loaded guns tucked behind ribs. Nobody touched the wine between us.

Everything has to be planned, timed, and with at least two armed men nearby. On the second day, Declan leaves early for a meeting. Harvey stays with me at the hotel. He works at the table while I lie in bed trying to read. Every now and then he looks up and watches me for a few seconds, as if checking that I’m okay. I know he’s worried. Everyone is. In the afternoon, when Declan returns, the two of them talk quietly in the next room. I don’t hear everything, but I understand enough: the meetings are being held in different locations every day. Never in the same café or restaurant twice. They’re being extremely careful.

“Except what?” “There’s a pattern,” Gianna continued. “Twice a month, she disappeared for private meetings that left no paper trail. No business records, no personal logs. But I did find a lead—someone who might know what those meetings were about.” Kenzo exhaled sharply. He wasn’t going to let Helena manipulate him again, but this—this secrecy—felt different. More calculated. And if there was one thing he couldn’t stand, it was being kept in the dark. “Set up the meeting,” he ordered.

With a heavy heart, I placed it back on the dusty shelf, surrounded by other forgotten family heirlooms. As dawn broke, I ventured out of the concealed chamber, masking my movements with the grace of a woman who knew every nook and cranny of our ancestral home. It was time to gather my loyal men and receive their latest updates in person. The secret meeting was held in an old barn, far away from the prying eyes of the household staff. The loyal men, dressed in plain attire to blend in with the other servants, gathered around me. Their faces bore the stern determination of those who knew the importance of our mission. One by one, they whispered their reports into my eager ears.

A date. A location. Venice. Four days from now. And one line of text: “Let’s finish what your father started.” Elena’s jet touched down in Venice under heavy security. Every alley, canal, and bridge reeked of history and secrets, just like the Constantine legacy. She wore a sleek black suit, her eyes shielded by sunglasses, her mind sharp and focused. The meeting was scheduled to take place in an abandoned opera house near the Grand Canal. According to decrypted messages, it was once used as a private negotiation zone by global elites, hidden, untraceable, and fortified.

Meetings held by the commission are held with utmost secrecy, with the address changing at every meeting and only being given on short notice. The only people allowed to attend and enter their meeting room are the Dons and the Consiglieres of the five crime families. Apart from that, they couldn't even bring their own bodyguards inside their meeting room. They are always left outside to keep watch, far from seeing or hearing what is happening inside the room. Since Letizia and I had never been the Don and the Consigliere of the family, this was our first time of getting to attend the event. Today's meeting is being held on a yacht.

And with that she knew. "Emerald Taylor," she said mostly to herself but he heard nevertheless. Looking up at him, he nodded, concluding her statement. Instantly opening her door wider, she beckoned him inside, which he quickly did. Closing and locking the cabin door, she easily snapped her fingers to which candles all around the room were lit. This made him confused. "I suspect that this conversation is confidential," Malena said. "Therefore I have put up a barrier so no one can hear us." He was grateful and he soon placed Emerald on the couch. "What do you need me for you child?"

July 25, 2005 – 14:15 (Manitoba Time) “Tomorrow will be difficult, but I would be willing to meet with you in the evening, provided it’s not at your Headquarters or anywhere near a CCTV. This is not a time where I should be seen by anyone on camera.” “I will give you the coordinates of a facility we sometimes use as an undisclosed location for meetings. Would that work?” “If it’s not in the London metropolitan area, it should be fine. Too many eyes in there.”

I replied firmly, "Fine, I'll meet you, but don’t you ever think of doing something stupid." The voice on the other end agreed, setting up a clandestine meeting in a dimly lit, secluded location. I knew I had to be cautious and alert. I informed Attorney Dan about the situation and arranged for him to discreetly monitor the meeting from a distance. The day of the meeting arrived, and I felt a mixture of fear and determination. I couldn’t tell my kids where I was headed. I arrived at the designated spot, my senses on high alert. As I waited, I couldn't help but wonder who this mysterious figure was and what their connection to Andre might be.

She glanced at the screen, frowning at the encrypted message that blinked back at her. “It’s from an unknown number,” she murmured. “They want to meet. Say it’s urgent.” Luca narrowed his eyes. “Could be a trap.” “We don’t have a choice,” Elena said. “If it’s information, we have to hear it.” The meeting was set for a small, abandoned café on the outskirts of the city—an unlikely place for secrets but perfect for shadows. The rain started again, cold and steady, as they arrived. The café was empty except for a lone figure waiting in the corner, face obscured by a hood.