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As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.

I tell him looking at him in the eye, Fingers comes in with a briefcase, a black one and it reminds me of the one I stole. Now I know that all that money is what they collected from these people. “Is it all there?” asked him and he nods. “All here.” He confirms and I nod. “Good.” He stood up and I hear the man sighing in relief. Shame, if only he knew. “Hand,” I say and Fingers is quick to grab the man’s hand and placed it on the steel table. I bring the chain saw to life and chop the man’s handoff. He screams in agony, and I moved away.

"Now, show me the hand that touched her ass." His tone had the man bringing forth his left hand immediately. His movements were wary and hesitant, but he couldn't outrightly disobey. Nobody saw it coming — at least, I didn't — when Alessandro brought out his gun and shot straight at the man's left hand. The man emitted a howl of pain that had my ears bleeding. "That will be the last time you ever lay your filthy hands on a woman." I was still in shock when Alessandro walked up to me and put his hands on my shoulders from behind, his gun dangling off my shoulder.

Instead, he turned to his men, and said in a commanding tone, “Hold his arm steady.” “No! No, please! Don’t do this!” The man thrashed around in vain, his screams reaching the rooftop, as two guards pinned his arm to a block of wood. Leonardo bent beside him, inspecting the trembling hand with a cold detachment. “This hand,” he said, gripping the man’s wrist firmly, “is the one you used to touch her, isn’t it?” “Please… please…” the man sobbed, tears streaming down his face. With one swift motion, Leonardo brought the blade down, severing the hand cleanly at the wrist. The man’s scream was animalistic_ a raw, guttural sound left his throat as blood spurted from the severed arm, pooling on th

he said while looking at his right hand which was lying lifeless on his side, “Fortunately, I am not a right-hander but a left-one. I could use one hand for everything. Playing, working, juggling, reading, I could a lot kind of stuff with one hand, but my surroundings were patienceless.

Seizing the moment, he decided to demand what he wanted, knowing that in this rare mood, the Mafia King might actually grant his wish. “I’ve already told her that I am your right-hand man, so don’t make a liar out of me. You have to make this happen. Appoint me as your right hand,” Luca insisted stubbornly. Luciano narrowed his eyes and stepped closer, looming over him. Luca felt a sudden surge of nerves. Had he pushed the Don too far? Was he about to be killed with Luciano’s bare hands for his insolence? Luciano simply patted his back and said, “You are very important to me, and this is just a title. If it makes you happy, you are my right-hand man from this moment on.”

“If Isabella had actually died in that port warehouse, would you still be telling me it wasn’t serious?” Lyon went completely silent. Margaret pushed a document across the table. It was a family resolution. Until the audit finished, Lyon lost control of two port operations, his share in an underground casino, and the film company’s funds line. For all external matters, his uncle would temporarily act as executor. It was like taking more than half his real power away. Lyon looked up sharply. “You’re stripping me of my power?” “No.” Margaret looked at him in disappointment. “You lost that all by yourself.”

It had been long and thin, like it had been left by fingernails. A woman's fingernails. And the pearlescent button I had found in the washing machine the next morning... If the man pretending to be Michael wasn't my husband at all, then whose button was that? The door clicked open and Detective Logan walked back in, handing me a fresh cup of water. "You mentioned earlier that on April Fools' Day, when that man was... intimate with you, you noticed an injury on his arm?" I nodded frantically. "On the inside of his left forearm. A fresh scratch, like it had just happened."

Chapter 13 Suzanne had never been so perplexed all her life. She found it very hard to believe, but she knew it was true. Arlan would not lie against Leah. "How did she do it?" She asked softly, her voice filled with pain for the old man. "It happened early hours of the morning. Two weeks ago. I...was at the top of the stairs when I felt strong hands push me from behind. I tried to maintain my balance, but it was too late for me. I stumbled forward, and rolled down till I hit the ground below the stair case." Arlan replied, and closed his eyes tightly. He looked like he was going through the pain of narrating the incident.