The Last Call From The Basement Novels & Stories

I said to Marcello. I cleaned my gun and thrusted it back into holster. The basement was freezing cold. We keep the ones we need alive here so they can experience living hell. They have to deal with decaying smell of flesh and rotting blood. A prediction for them, what to come for them in future. No one screws up with Vincent De Niro and lives to tell others. “He swore on his son. Maybe, he was telling the truth.” Marcello said as we walked out of the basement and I lit a cigarette to clear my mind.

GIOVANNI'S POV The humid air of the basement clung to me like a second skin, thick with the scent of mildew and something metallic – blood, filled my nostrils. I took a slow drag from my cigarette, the cherry glowing menacingly in the dim light. I usually didn't frequent this part of the estate. It was reserved for… unpleasantries. But tonight, the basement felt almost festive, charged with the kind of anticipation that crackled just beneath the surface. Tonight, I was finally going to meet Tristan Hayes, the man who had dared to entertain my fiancée, the man they called Titan.

Jordan tentatively asked, "Dad, do you still remember how you ended up in the hospital?" Matteo humphed, "Isn't it because you two are biased and treat Zoey badly?" At this moment, I saw Jordan and Daria both seem to breathe a sigh of relief. Matteo looked at me, "Zoey, what did you just say about the basement? What's that about?" I said straightforwardly, "There is a basement under the dining table in the Harmon's villa dining room, are you aware of this?" Matteo frowned, "Basement? I can't remember."

The room was drowned in grief when Claire's phone began to ring. At first, Anthony thought it was a telemarketer. However, after a few seconds, he fumbled to put the call on speaker. "Hello, Ms. Moretti," the caller began. "We're following up about the burial plot you selected. Would you like to secure it with a 5% deposit? Ms. Moretti? Are you still there?" My heart skipped a beat when I heard "burial plot".

I was lounging at home, scrolling through social media, when a livestream title suddenly caught my eye—"The Other Woman Crash Course." Curious, I entered to see a woman talking animatedly, "My sugar daddy gives me 200,000 every month. I just need to keep him satisfied!" Viewers were doubtful and asked, "I don't believe you. Tell us how you two met." She smiled. "That's alright. You don't get to meet someone like that every day. I met him after doing a bone marrow transplant with his girlfriend three years ago. That's how I met this golden bachelor." I frowned. I had a bone marrow transplant three years ago too. Suddenly, the door opened, and she covered her phone in panic. A man's deep

It might be their last day of work. As soon as the waitress walked away. Crystal tense expression calmed as she started eating. A smile made its way on Aiden's lips, but as soon as it came, it went away. He wanted to ask her to continue what she was saying, but the phone call stopped him. He checked the caller id and immediately picked it up. "Boss, we have found the man you were looking for. He is tied up in the basement. We are waiting for your order, boss." His expression turned frosty once again. His fist clenched tight as he stood up.

The other women who had disturbed them earlier quietly withdrew, but not before casting Kamilla a scornful glare. "Serve them right," Jean continued to chuckle as they all returned to their chairs. "Don't mind them Kamilla. They are the spoiled brats of society" Michael patted her shoulder. "I don't mind at all" Kamilla wink her assurance. She is finishing her drink when her phone on the table lights up with an incoming call. "Baby?" Jean, with furrowed brows, stared at Kamilla's phone screen. Three pairs of questioning eyes turned to her while she just wear her most charming smile. ****tbc****

“Tell me what’s wrong.” “It’s nothing, Adrian. I just… got lost in the hallway.” She hesitated, then added, “And… I found a basement. I didn’t even know this place had one. I mean, I know your… line of work, and most mansions do, but this one felt different. Eerie. I heard weird noises down there… Adrian… is something down there? Are you guys running some trafficking operation or… those dark mafia things no one ever talks about?”

If only he had an idea about who he was dealing with, then he wouldn’t have decided to go ahead on this cold war with me. Because in the end, he was doomed to fail. Averting my gaze from him, I placed a call through Aiden. “Are you ready, cousin? Have you found out about anything?” Aiden’s voice came from the other line. “With the secret cameras set over the place, I haven’t discovered anything yet. However, there is something off, I can see some women trooping into the basement. They look more like stylists” “There is a basement?!!” I sounded alarmed.

The call was about the rogues attack and it took a while, so I talked with Jude in my office. By the time I needed the call, we weren't really in the heat of the moment. I walked back to the room and I noticed she was no longer there. "Jenna", I called out, walking through the hallway but no one answered. She couldn't have gone out without telling me. Then, a voice, almost inaudible sounded from the end of the hallway, it sounded like it was from Below. “Down here! In the basement!", the voice said and a wave of urgency surged through me as I rushed over.