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Inside, the witness waited, a middle-aged man with nervous eyes who clutched a folder tightly to his chest. He stood as she entered, shuffling papers in a practiced, almost hesitant manner. “Yna Reyes?” he asked, voice cracking slightly. “I… I have the information you asked for.” Yna nodded, studying him carefully. “Go ahead. Tell me everything you know.” The man recounted details names, dates, locations that fit neatly into the narrative she had already started to assemble. Each word seemed rehearsed, yet delivered with enough uncertainty to feel believable. Yna listened intently, taking notes while her mind ran in parallel, analyzing, comparing, cross checking.

Zero bars. I nearly hurled the phone against the windshield. This man was a black cat—a walking disaster. Since I’d crossed paths with him, my life as a fugitive had turned into a B-list action movie. I’d dealt with debt collectors, being broke, and the constant pit of fear after my parents died, but I had never felt this sensation of being hunted in the middle of nowhere. Furious, I kicked open the door to give him a piece of my mind. "You piece of—"

Mancini replied, his voice clipped and impatient. Adriano couldn't help but voice his own frustration. "I think he's fucking playing us," he muttered under his breath. "He will show his face, that fucking bastard will show up whether we like it or not. He knows too much," Nikolai said. A trio of waitresses entered, each pouring generous servings of whiskey and Scotch for the men seated around the table. Mancini stood up, staring at his phone as he said, "He's here..." Mancini's sudden stand and the intense focus on his phone pulled my attention away from the nagging ache in my crotch. "He's here..." he announced, and all eyes turned to him.

There was not even a single woman in sight except for the waitress in a skimpy dress that flashed her underwear as she bent to pick something off the floor. All of the men gave Scott a nod, acknowledging his presence. A few of them stood up as Scott walked by. Why does it feel like they were all a part of their mafia? Darkness and cruelty dripped from their eyes. There were just too many tattoos, scars, and scowls in the restaurant. They all avoided looking directly at me maybe it was because I was with their underboss. A few of them glanced at me and then looked back down at whatever they were doing like they have committed a sin.

When he opened it, there was a video of a man and woman entwined, both of them without clothes on. The woman was moving constantly on top of the man, humming a cry of pleasure from the corner of her mouth, while the man was lying beneath her body, his eyes vacant. This couple of a man and a woman was Larry and Wanda.

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.