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They are patrolling their territory if there are some secret meetings or gatherings of their rival mafia. Kiera and Hendrix moved stealthily through the territory, blending into the shadows as they kept a keen eye on their rivals. Hendrix's speed and advanced senses, complemented Kiera's surveillance expertise, ensuring they were ready for any unexpected encounters. While the last team is in the Technology room, Tony and Kenneth. They are the ones responsible for the telecommunication and database. They are also tracking the networks of the possible suspects. Back at the base technology room, Kenneth and Tony worked seamlessly together, deciphering coded messages intercepted from rival organ

I’d had four guns pointed at me within a short amount of time. I shook my head. “No. That’s fine.” I took my phone out, sliding it to him on the counter. He caught it, but his eyes remained on me. “Are you doing okay?” I nodded. “I’m good. I mean, we’re in the lap of luxury for places to hide out in.” I gestured to Octavia. “Though, I’m confused about that place. Doesn’t a different mob family run that?” “Cole Mauricio. They’re active in Chicago, but Trace’s family and mine have an understanding with them.”

Anyone who acts like they're above the law usually owns the law in those parts. No self-respecting criminal worth his salt would just set up shop in unknown territory. So somebody somewhere was getting their palms greased to turn a blind eye until I figure that shit out for sure everybody's suspect. Mace was up watching TV in the den when we walked in. "Anything to report?" "No, they both fell asleep not long after you left. I haven't heard a peep out of either of them." "That's good; go get some rest." I have a feeling we're all gonna need it in the next few days. Something tells me that Silla is not at all what she seems.

she murmured softly, her voice barely audible for fear of waking him. Her eyes remained locked on him as her thoughts wandered. She recalled how casually Leonard dismissed the injury on the back of his head, claiming it was something he was used to. It baffled her, though she chastised herself for being so naïve. Leonard Hugues wasn’t an ordinary man—he was part of a criminal syndicate. As a high-ranking member of the Lafleur mafia, his life was anything but safe. Each day was a battle for survival in a world where the strong devoured the weak, and in the mafia, survival came by any means necessary. Leonard, no stranger to this reality, had lived in its shadows since he was a boy.

Then black. Is Malachi dead? I scrambled for my purse that was on the nightstand. I dump everything on my bed. Lipstick, compact, and Phone. No wallet. I didn’t bring it. My phone is dead. Of course it is. I jam the charger in with shaking hands and wait for the screen to light up. No texts. No missed calls. Nothing from Amelia. Nothing from anyone who should be losing their mind that I disappeared from a crime scene. I was about to set the phone down when it vibrates in my hand. Someone was calling but it was a private Number.

I hope that's a good thing I thought to myself. I called my private investigator, his name is Dan Felan. Dan has been my trusted source in a long time and he also has the best hacking system in the country. Nothing is missing that he can't find. Nothing can seem to hide from him. I told him I was aware he had come earlier. He said he was close by so we will talk better when we see each other in person. Since he was coming I thought to do a quick bath, I needed to freshen up before he arrived.

Lara asked as Mahya returned to the car with a wide smile. Mahya nodded vigorously. "It worked, Lara. We have the data we need. Now, it's time to uncover the truth behind this criminal scheme." They quickly left the scene, saving themselves from a increasingly complicated situation and carefully keeping Mahya's hacking secret. However, someone seemed to have been watching Lara and Mahya since earlier. A suspicious smile began to emerge in the darkness. It seemed like they knew what was happening.

Third Pov " Good afternoon, this is FBI agent Megan Klain, I have been assigned to take over the serial killer case. During my introduction to the case I was made to understand that you have a high profile suspect and it makes it difficult to make an arrest. Since the person is in the Mafia and I believe the name is Damian Thorn am I correct "

Parking Area – Clash Begins As one of the goons stepped forward to touch Rose Sinclair— CRACK— She twisted his wrist brutally. A loud scream echoed across the parking area. 😳 Hearing it, Aarth Sahni, who was walking toward his car, turned sharply. The moment he saw her— A smirk appeared. “Doll…” ❤️ At the same time, from another direction— Daniel Blackwood stood still. Expression blank… But eyes locked on her. Both men were hidden behind cars—

Edward, the notorious mafia king, sat in his grand office, the rich scent of cigars lingering in the air as he leisurely sipped from a glass of deep red wine. The atmosphere was thick with tension, yet Edward remained calm, almost detached from the chaos that simmered outside his door. His cold, calculating eyes reflected the power he held over his empire, but there was a dangerous glint in them, as though he were always two steps ahead of his enemies. Victor, his loyal and deadly bodyguard, approached silently, his presence always commanding, like a shadow that lurked in the corners of the room. His sharp gaze never faltered as he stepped into the office, his voice cutting through the silen