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Shameless! A gut feeling of irritation rose in my belly and I hissed. I saw a big black book on the top of the drawer and I opened it. What I saw in it left me mouth agape and wide-eyed. Though I didn't understand what was written in it, the few I could grasp were shocking. Massimo vends drugs too? He doesn't just use them, he sells them as well. He even owns the largest drug shipment in New York. Heard about it a dozen times. This is why they call him dangerous.

The foolish police had taken him in for it a couple of times and always ended up being the losers. “Ah, my mistake. Illegal feeding of hard drugs to an innocent civilian. What name of crime is it called?” Collins stepped away from the door fully. His eyes squinted. Again Margaret didn't look like she was just messing around with him. “What rubbish are you talking about?”

“I'm glad you're giving me the chance to express myself. And giving yourself the chance to see that everything fits together, boss... Think about it: A change in the system that restricts the freedom of private investigation comes in handy in cases of cover-up of crimes by the biased police system itself. It is a fact that most crimes are caused by simple, poor people with little or no education and, perhaps, because these people represent the majority in our country and in many others as well. And this criminal class, of simple people, usually uses escape to avoid suffering the penalties of the law. But it is not the lack of education or financial resources that leads someone to commit crim

They started it, but I was the one who got expelled while they walked away laughing. One of them said to me that day, “This is what happens when you’re at the bottom of the hierarchy.” That was the day I decided I’d never be beneath anyone again, and I’d be the one doing the trampling. Fitting into crime came easy. I was already bloodthirsty, manic and hungry for control. But Adriano looks like he can’t kill a cockroach. I doubt he will last a year in my world. He extends the document with trembling hands and Luca reaches from behind, taking it with force.

“You will do as we say and wait for the boss like a pretty little lady. We don’t want to get in trouble so just listen.” He was big and intimidating but I refused to just let him boss me around. “I am not going anywhere unless it’s out of here and you can force me to! This is kidnapping and it’s a crime!” I yelled at him and his stoic face finally moved as his lips formed a wicked smirk. “Look around lady, do you really think anyone will come here to help you? It isn't a crime if there is no record.”

My heart slowed. Marcus leaned forward. “You know what that sounds like?” I turned to him slowly. “What?” “Human trafficking,” he said flatly. I froze for a second, then shook my head. “No.” “Liam...” “No,” I repeated. “Luca De Rossi does a lot of crap, I know that. Arms, drugs, shady deals. But this?” I looked at Stephanie again. “Girls being moved across borders, used and tossed? That’s not his kind of dirt. Besides, this doesn't really sound like human trafficking."

Nikolai stared at him as if contemplating whether throwing his assistant out the window would be legally considered murder or self-defence "And who authorised this contract?" Nikolai asked in a dangerously calm voice. Roman pointed weakly at nothing in particular, his eyes cast on the ground shamefully. These are the loopholes he hadn't factored out. "Uh… technically you did, sir." "I did? Are you sure?" Nikolai repeated flatly. Roman nodded so fast his head nearly fell off, Nikolai sighed through his teeth reaching out for his gun. "Roman, why do you enjoy shortening your own lifespan?"

Inside a red dim lighted club. Men could be seen chanting with beer bottles on their hands but their voices couldn’t over shadow the sound of the music playing. Some became aggressive, some were fighting to get a perfect view. It was a club, specially for mobsters. What were they chanting at, what was arousing their interests?. Her name is Amy. Amy's life had taken a drastic turn when she was just 20 years old. The loss of her parents in a car accident had left her shattered, adrift in a world that suddenly seemed devoid of safety and security.

But right now, all I felt was annoyance. “Cover her up,” I told Rico as I opened my office and went inside. Not long, Rico came inside. “What about the information I asked you to gather?” Rico placed his pad on the table. “The attack was indeed Christian's plan. He shot Zach in disguise of self defense and pinned all the crime on him.” My grip on the pad tightened as I glanced through the news talking about the death of Zach and all the crimes he never committed. Christian was also getting praised for catching a criminal and people were thanking him.

Save your neck. Living on the streets means being witness to all kinds of crimes. Stinking blood are at corners you hide. You see there faces, you know who did this and that but one should shun away his conscience if you value your life. I myself had petty crimes but only for the reason of knowing how to survive. Stealing, even being a courier to drug pusher, and other sorts. I learned to pretend and disguise. Being with people I should have not with. But I have no regrets.