Novel & Cerita The Italian Job Game

He then logged back into the game and start playing. The arc this time was about a poor protagonist who found an opportunity to work in the big city where he currently works at a big IT company. Being his Co-worker, he needs to make sure that the protagonist will meet his father which is the Company Director! He shrugged and finally start doing the tasks, one thing in this game that interest him the most was the bizarre choice of task to do. They contained game bonuses and if you’re really lucky you could snip out some cash—and right now, Yenn is trying his luck on this to dig out more money. Well, he really need it.

"Have you heard? Luna is involved with Levi?" "I even saw the video. Honestly, they were pretty wild." "Do you think Levi wanted to marry her, so he deliberately ran Noah over?" "I bet it was a crime of passion—Hey, who are you? Why are you barging into the men's restroom!" Luna didn't care about any of that. She grabbed one of the men by the shoulder tightly and demanded, "What did you say? How do you know about this?"

Jason shot the gun in the air, holding his stomach with blood drooling out of his mouth. “Now you're all Italian cunts, get the fuck out!!!” “I'll need some painkillers…” Jason stutters, “Let's get you inside the first boss.” What's the real reason why Jason is in Italy? Is it right working for a man this skilled?

He saw me as worthless trash and just a way to kill time, or worse yet, a stepping stone to get his ex back. Hearing him say he loved me now only made me feel nauseous. It was so fake I could hardly stand it. He reached for me, trying to pull me into his arms, but I stepped back and wiped away my tears. I glared at him and growled, "Isaiah, your acting skills are seriously impressive." He tried to play dumb. "Honey, what are you talking about?" I grabbed my phone, opened the photos I had saved from the night before, and choked out, "Isaiah, are you done playing your games?"

“That’s not how this works, sweetheart.” “That’s how this will work. This is different because this is the most rumored dangerous criminal in all of Italy. I need to be sure that you’re going to look into him and I’m going to have you chicken out and take all my money. If you don’t want the job, you don’t have to take it. But if you do, I’ll pay you handsomely. The information you give me better be good enough to make at least a few charges stick.” He seemed to be thinking about it for a while. I could tell he wasn’t sure, but I wasn’t going to let him take the job if he was going to ask for pay before he gave me even a little bit of information.

A bottle of alcohol was kept in the center. "This is how the game works, when you pick a number out of this ten piece of paper; then spin the bottle on the floor, whoever the bottom of the bottle face will be your partner for whatever you have picked. Either a boy or girl; it does not matter." She said and smirked I was Already having a bad feeling about the game but i decided to play along for once. "So who is going first?" Kelly asked Tala "I will!" A guy answered... So he picked a number among the ten piece of paper on the floor.

"I really need this job, it's just that being the only staff on the morning shift is quite overwhelming, especially during rush hours." My keen intuition took in, recognizing an opportunity. I approached the counter confidently and interrupted their conversation. "Excuse me, is there a job opening here?" Both Mr. Octavio and Lucy turned their attention to me. It seemed as if he was sizing me up, seeing if I was up for the task I replied with a gentle smile that seemed genuine. And like every typical Italian who thinks everyone can fluently speak Italian, he replied in his tongue. I shook my head infuriating that I can't speak and he nodded.

Lady Overseer sneered and tossed the player to the floor. "Oh? Is that so? Then I'll just have to remove the restriction." She looked down at the players. "Care to gamble with me?" Gavin's face was drained of all color. He knew this boss's mechanic. The moment she asked, "Care to gamble with me?", every player present was already locked into the round. Win, and they would live. Lose, and they would die on the spot. So far, not a single person has ever walked out of her gambling game alive.

I called out but there was no response from him. He didn’t even glance my way. Seriously? I cleared my throat, calling out again. “Hey Skylo. We need to leave soon. I have lectures.” Still nothing. He kept talking to the other guy—Marco or Marzio in Italian about a weapons drop-off in Milan that went wrong and a missing container. Their voices dipped lower, more Italian slipping in between English. “Cinque uomini dispersi,” Skylo said, dragging on his cigarette. “Il boss è già incazzato.” (Five men missing. The boss is already pissed as fuck)

His empire needed constant attention, and even with his absence, things didn’t stop. The phone call came late in the afternoon, Ricky’s voice, casual but professional as always, cracked through the silence of my room. "Hi Elisa," he said, “Antonio just called, he has a job for you, he gave me the details to relay to you now.” He waited for me to answer him, "Where is the job taking place?" "Palermo, at club called The Siren's Cry." He answered, I could hear him flipping through papers. "Antonio says to tell you that the club is owned by one of Bianchi's cousins, they pass it through three shell companies."