Chapter 58

I am at a lost of words with a deep sense of disappointment and frustration as I drive through the familiar streets towards my house. The days events leaving their fiery drives - anger, resentment, and a desperate desire to make things right when I notice the three cars trailing me. Their occupants, dressed inconspicuously in jeans and colorful dress shirts. They have been following me for some time and I presumed that they were some of Manfredio's men at first, but now I was starting to wonder when I turn into my street, the roar of engines surrounding me and before I am able to push down on the gas the car is boxed in.

Instinctively, my fight-or-flight response kick in. My heart racing, adrenaline surging through my veins, and I prepare to defend himself against the unknown threat when I step out of my car and face the three vehicles head-on, but first I hit the call button hoping that Achille picks up and is able to hear what was happening. "Who are you?" I shout, my voice loaded wi