“I'm Lorenzo. Lorenzo Verrilli,” he replied, satisfied with the expression that it brought to their faces. “Who?” one of the brothers asked after some seconds had passed. He knew the name, Verrilli, but he had never heard of Enzo. It's always been Alessio, and now Morelli. The guard released his grip on Enzo but still remained behind him. Enzo shrugged the aftermath of the grip off and refocused his attention on the men in front of him. The Vladimir brothers were known to be cruel and money minded. They controlled a great percentage of wealth in Palermo, thanks to the partnership they had with Alessio and the Verrilli family. One that didn't favor the Verrilli family. The Vladimir family was one of the strongest families back in Russia. They dealt in drugs, and weapons, and had a fair share of real estate investments. They controlled one of the largest regions in Russia and after coming of age, Dominik and his brother, Dimitri were told to remain in Italy, where they had schooled to
Enzo walked out of the clubhouse, a satisfied smile on his face. He felt proud of himself at that point. He was sure they were going to accept his conditions. They had no other choice not to. After Morelli had told him about the Russians's refusal to accept a meeting with him, he had decided to do a little investigation on them and what he found was mind boggling. Apart from the usual drug and weapons trade, the Vladimir brothers were involved in human trafficking. They operated an underground house in Italy where they brought in girls from Russia and sold them to some big men in the country. They also trafficked young Italian girls to Russia for prostitution and drug pushing. This was against the Vladimir family's wishes and had been secretly going on for about two years. Letting the cat out of the bag was going to break Mr. Vlamidir's trust in the boys and hurt Dominick's chances of taking over from his father after retirement and Dominik didn't want that. ****Cielo sat in the ro
After spending some hours in the bar, Cielo got into her car and drove out. It was late into the night and the road was starting to get deserted. She had drunk a substantial amount of alcohol and the effects were now weighing on her. She muttered incoherent words as her hands wobbled on the steering wheel. She drove to a stop by the side of the road and pulled out a bottle of water, drinking half of its content at a go. She capped the bottle and dropped it back before starting the car again.She drove to Giovanni's place, and in a few minutes, she was standing in front of his door, ringing the doorbell. She still felt a little tipsy, and her eyes were a little fogging but she willed herself to stay strong. She leaned on the wall beside the door and closed her eyes. She heard footsteps coming towards the door but didn't open her eyes. Few seconds later, the door was pulled open and Giovanni stepped outside and looked around before spotting her standing beside the door. He took a step c
“Who is ready for dinner? Giovanni exclaimed with a light smile on his face. Cielo hissed in displeasure at Giovanni breaking the kiss.“Is dinner necessary?” she pouted, looking like a cute four year old girl, denied of her favorite candy.“Of course, it is. So what do you wanna eat?” he asked, already moving to the cupboard where all the ingredients were stocked.“Anything you make, I'll eat. As long as it isn't poison.” she joked, earning a chuckle from him. He turned on the sink and washed his hands before turning to her again.“I got you covered. Sit back and watch the chef for his work,” he replied, giving her a kiss on her lips. The kiss took her by surprise, making her blush. This was the first time she was looking truly happy in a long while, and she had Giovanni to thank for it. The smile lingered on her face as she watched Giovanni work. She drooled at his muscular back as his muscles flexed ” seductively with every action he took. He looked like a god under the kitchen lig
The director walked into Piero's room and met him lying face down on the bed. He stood by the door and watched Piero who turned on hearing the door open. It's been three days since Piero got shoot. He had gotten better, but he had been kept locked in the room since then.“I heard you ordered for me to be locked in here. Huh?” Piero challenged, sitting up on the bed. He had spent the last three days in the room in boredom. Just watching TV, reading magazines, and sleeping. That was boredom for him. He hated being confined in one place for a long time.“Ya. I needed you to fully recover.” the director replied, walking further into the room. His hands were buried deep in his pockets and he walked leisurely towards Piero's bed. Piero stared at the director and scoffed like he was in disbelief. “recover?” he asked like the word was some kind of strange word. “You know you didn't do that for me. Tell me something new." He didn't believe the director. He knew he didn't do that for him. The
“Cielo,” Enzo called her name again softly with tears in his ears. Cielo stared at him with mouth agape. She didn't know why he was being all emotional. But the fact that he knew her name meant something.He pulled her into another hug and stroked her shawl covered hair emotionally. He couldn't believe he was seeing his sister after over sixteen years of separation. “I'm Lorenzo” he finally stated and the look on her face was priceless. She looked like she had seen a ghost.“Lorenzo,” she muttered in disbelief, looking at him for any signs. Enzo noticed the hesitation in her eyes. She wanted something to make her believe it was true.“You know when we were younger, you used to love pasta very much. I remember that night you cried really hard cos mom wasn't serving pasta for dinner,” he said, making her laugh. It was truly him. It was really Enzo! She went into his arms again and hugged him tightly, holding onto him tight like he was going to disappear. Enzo chuckled and wrapped his h
“Ya. I want to take back the position as the family head,” Giovanni revealed and Cielo stared at him in shock, not believing what she had just heard. “What?” She finally exclaimed with a raised voice. “Why would you want to do that?” she asked, getting defensive.He shrugged lightly in response. “I think it's the best thing to be done,” she still wasn't convinced by his response. She bit her lips with an angry expression on her face. Why would her brother want to go back and frolic with the same family that didn't like them and never cared to look for them? If she had her way, she would have wiped them all out. She had stopped keeping tabs on the family about four years ago and had since shut everything about them out.“Dad wouldn't like this,” she maintained, finding her voice. “I think this is what he would want,” Enzo responded. They got into a cold silence, both of them staring at each other. She knew Enzo was right. Their father would have wanted him to become the next leader a
Enzo stepped out of the airplane with just a small bag. His flight had just landed some seconds ago. He walked away from the arrival terminal to the area where he would get a taxi to his hotel. He had gotten a call from his friends in the UK saying they had information on the black scorpione the previous night so he had to take an early morning flight to the UK the next morning. It wasn't something that could be shared over the phone or the internet so he had to be there.“Wagwan, bro,” he had heard Miguel's voice as soon as he picked up the call. Miguel spent most of his years in the hood of London. He was a certified street brother and had affiliations with most of the London gangs.“All good, man. How is it going over there?” Enzo replied. It's been quite a while since he last heard from Miguel or any one of them.“We good, fam,” Miguel responded and he nodded even though he knew Miguel couldn't see it. “You know, Jack and I just found information on that stuff you asked us about.