DANTEAs the weight of the day pressed down on me, I trudged through the door of my apartment, determined to numb myself with a stiff drink. My weary eyes scanned the room, and I could already feel the familiar burn of alcohol coursing through my veins, soothing the stress and tension of the day. But before I could pour myself a drink, I needed to rinse off the grime of the day.Stepping into the shower, I reached for my usual shower gel, only to grab Anna's instead. My heart constricted at the thought of her, and the memories of our time together flooded my mind. I missed her so much, and I knew that some things were beyond my control. Her absence was one of those things.The scent of the shower gel filled my nostrils, and the tears started to well up in my eyes. It was a familiar scent that I associated with Anna, and it always brought me pain and longing. I knew that if, Matteo, were here to witness my moment of weakness, he would smack me upside the head, despite the fact that I wa
DANTEI beckoned Matteo into my office, my expression tense with irritation. He sauntered in, his face reflecting confusion and concern."Boss, is everything okay?" he asked.I glared at him. "Is that even a legitimate question?"He flinched at my harsh tone. "Sorry, boss.""Why wasn't I informed about the sketch?" I demanded, my voice rising with anger.Matteo averted his gaze from mine, and I could sense his apprehension. "I didn't want to give you false hope," he explained. "That's why I decided to withhold the information until we find out something concrete about them."My frustration reached its peak, and I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me. "You know very well that keeping me in the dark is unacceptable," I snapped.Without a second thought, I reached into my desk drawer and retrieved my revolver. I placed it on my desk, right in front of Matteo's eyes."How many times have I told you not to keep things from me?" I hissed, my voice low and dangerous.Matteo's gaze flick
ANNAI couldn't shake the troubling thoughts from my mind. It was hard to comprehend that someone could stoop so low as to take an innocent human and mold them into a weapon of destruction. Morello, Orlando, and Dante, they were all culpable, and it was hard for me to fathom how they could live with themselves. They needed to be held accountable for their actions, and the only suitable punishment was the death penalty. Where was their conscience? Did they even have one?Suddenly, Xavier's voice interrupted my thoughts. "You seem to be lost in your thoughts very often these days; you want to tell me why?"I looked up to see him leaning casually against the wall. I couldn't help but wonder if he was one of Orlando's potential recruits. Even though he was part of the group that had kept me captive, I had grown to care for him over time. It was a complicated feeling, one that I couldn't quite explain.Xavier's concerned expression prompted me to speak up. "I need to talk to you, Xavier," I
ANNAIt had been two days since my conversation with Xavier about VH14, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was avoiding me. I hoped that his absence wouldn't turn out like the bald man's disappearance, which had left us all worried and perplexed.But just as I was mulling over this, the door creaked open and Xavier walked in. However, he looked disheveled, with puffy eyes that hinted at recent tears or sleepless nights, and a two-day-old stubble on his jaw."You'll definitely live long, Xavier. I was just thinking about you," I said, trying to be friendly.His response was unexpected, and it caught me off guard. "Is that supposed to flatter me?" he retorted, sounding cranky.I was puzzled by his reaction. "What is supposed to flatter you? The fact that you'll live long?"He let out a deep sigh. "No, don't be silly. I already believe that I'm going to live long, that's why I'm here. I was referring to the part about you thinking about me."I couldn't help but burst out laughin
DANTEAs I stood there, staring out at the bustling city of New York, I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. The city didn't stop functioning just because I was at the receiving end of a mishap. People walked around comfortably, without any worry of what might happen next. It was as if Anna's death hadn't even happened.Just like the court of justice believes that nobody is guilty until proven otherwise, I also believe that nobody is innocent until proven otherwise. In that case, one of these people walking around the city could be the reason behind Anna's death.Suddenly, the door to my office opened, and I knew immediately that it was Matteo. "Any news on Orlando?" I asked."No," he replied solemnly. "Nobody has seen or heard anything about his whereabouts."The infuriating comment I heard made my blood boil with rage. "No one has seen or heard of him" - the nerve of some people! I was so livid, I had half a mind to throw Badok off the rooftop.Badok tried to calm me down.
DANTEAs I lay on my bed that night, I couldn't shake off the events of the day. My heart ached as I thought about Anna Scott, the woman whose life was tragically cut short. Her death had left a void in my life, one that I knew would never be filled. It seemed that each passing day brought me no closer to finding her killer.Despite my overwhelming grief, I knew I had to do something to honor Anna's memory. And so, I resolved to start a charity foundation in her name. I would transfer all the money in her account to the charity, just as she would have wanted. She never cared for the extravagant gifts or the lavish lifestyle that I had provided her. Instead, she had always yearned for a simple life filled with love and laughter.Reflecting back on the time I spent with Anna, I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. If only I had known how little time she had left on this earth, I would have done everything in my power to make every moment count. But my foolishness had cost her everyt
ANNAIt had been three agonizing days since Xavier had embarked on his journey to find Nat. I had spent countless hours worrying and wondering where he could be, hoping that he is safe. Yesterday, I had a moment of relief when Orlando didn't show up, but today, my gut told me he would come.The sound of the heavy door creaking open made me look up, my heart racing with anticipation. But instead of seeing Xavier, it was the man who brought me breakfast every morning. However, this time, he came empty-handed, with an unexpected message."The boss wants to have breakfast with you," he said bluntly.I was taken aback. "Your boss? Why?"He grabbed my arm forcefully and pulled me up. "Move it! I'm not in the mood for your damn questions."I followed him silently, his grip so tight that I knew it would leave a bruise. When we arrived at the room, I stumbled in, only to find a candlelit breakfast table set up.Orlando busied himself with opening the bottle of red wine, his hands moving with e
ANNAI could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to mask my fear. . "Torturing me isn't going to get us anywhere," I said, desperately hoping he would reconsider. "Just give my brain some time to come up with something."The man shook his head, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Like I said earlier, I don't have that kind of time," he sneered. "But don't worry, this method will definitely work. A little shock is all your brain needs."My eyes widened as he approached me with a knife, the sharp glint of its blade catching the light. "What are you going to do with that?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper."What do you think we do with knives?" he taunted. "You were once Dante's lover, surely you know what he does with his knives. But for clarity's sake, I'm going to cut you open and stitch you up again. And we'll do it every day."I gasped as he plunged the knife into my lower abdomen, the pain radiating through my body like a wildfire. I could feel my blood pooling be