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THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 45{The death of "angel of death"}
{Abebi }( the next morning)I walked into Felixco Bar with my brother Tony by my side. The atmosphere was lively, and Camelia greeted us warmly. "Good morning, Camelia," I responded with a smile. Tony and I then made our way through a narrow door that led us to Felixco Wine Factory. The workers inside paused their tasks, their attention drawn to our presence.Taking a moment to gather their focus, I cleared my throat and addressed them. "Hello, everyone," I began, projecting my voice to ensure all could hear. The workers shifted, giving their full attention."This is Tony," I introduced him, gesturing towards my brother. "He will be your new coordinator."I emphasized the importance of respecting Tony, stating clearly, "Any disrespect towards him is, in essence, disrespect towards me." The workers exchanged glances, acknowledging the gravity of my words. I wanted them to understand the significance of their behavior and the unity required for our collective success.Drawing their
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAPTER 46:{ The mafia way}
{Mac Allister}I entered the hospital room, holding a beautiful rose, my mother's favorite flower. "Good morning," I greeted her, offering the flower with a smile. She replied in kind, acknowledging my presence. I couldn't help but notice the newspaper lying on the table next to her bed, and a frown formed on my face."How is your body?" I asked, concerned about her well-being. She assured me that she was gradually getting better. However, my frustration surfaced as I noticed the negative newsprint in the room. "Mom, I've told you to stay away from the news. Negative news isn't good for your health," I scolded gently.But she seemed determined to share something with me. "Have you read the newspaper?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. Surprised, I responded, "Hmm, no, Mom. I've been preoccupied with worrying about you. I have had little time for anything else.Then she revealed the reason for her insistence. "Angel of Death is dead," she declared, r
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 47:{ The meeting}
{Mac Allister}The scorching sun beat down on the tar road, its rays casting an unforgiving glare. With a sense of urgency, I voiced my concern to Bruno about not missing the designated track. He focused on the map displayed on the phone screen, navigating our way through the bustling traffic.As we sped past cars, our speedometer pushing its limits, a sudden halt came upon us at a traffic light. The abrupt stop caught us off guard, and I could feel the tension mounting in the air. Before I could react, a massive trailer emerged from the side of the road, colliding with our car. The impact sent our vehicle tumbling down the side of the road, careening until it landed in a flat expanse at the bottom of the valley.In the aftermath, our car lay upside-down, its metal structure twisted and mangled. Bruno and I found ourselves hanging upside-down from our seat belts, disoriented and trapped. It was a dire situation, made worse by the approaching figure of a man. The glint of a 44-magnum
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 48:{ New ceo}
{Abebi}The morning sun radiated around the room I was in.My slender hand moves horizontally along his hairy chest. Once again, I have succumbed to his tempting desire. Like a newborn child, we wrap ourselves in a cotton blanket. Our bodies rub against each other."Come with me to my casa, ", Mac Allister finally spoke, after maintaining silence for a long while." I wish to, but I go to put things in order here first," I replied. As Mac Allister rose from the bed, his broad shoulders and well-defined back caught my attention. There was a certain allure in his presence, a magnetic pull that drew me closer to him. I couldn't help but admire the strength and confidence that radiated from him."Looking forward to seeing you soon at my casa," Mac Allister playfully remarked, winking mischievously before making his way out of the room. His words lingered in the air, leaving a sense of anticipation and excitement within me.I watched him leave.After Mac Allister left the room, I quickly
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP:49 { mistress of death}
{Abebi}The snowflakes fell gently around me as I stepped out of my car, clad in a pristine white ski suit. The sight of Mac Allister's compound never failed to impress me. Rows of luxurious vehicles, including five Mercedes Benz C-Class cars, a Ford, and even a Ferrari, adorned the parking lot. It was a testament to the opulence that surrounded Mac Allister's life.As I made my way towards the grand mansion, my eyes met Bianca, who was carrying a tray of food. Her gaze lingered on me for a moment before she averted her eyes, perhaps surprised to see me there. Passing by the basketball court, I caught Isabella and Chiara in the midst of sweeping the court. Their eyes widened in recognition as they whispered my name to each other.A small smile played on my lips as I continued on my path, not dwelling too much on their surprise. I had grown accustomed to the impact my presence had on others. It was a consequence of the reputation I had built for myself—a woman who defied expectation
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 50:{ trustful}
{Mac Allister}I tapped Bruno on the shoulder. I made it clear that he didn't need to accompany me. This was a task I had to undertake alone, driven by a sense of urgency and the need to protect my mother from any potential danger. Without wasting a moment, I swiftly made my way to the car and started the engine. The tires screeched as I sped up out of the compound.I approached the hospital, and a sense of urgency consumed me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Something was wrong, and I had to find my mother and ensure her safety.I parked the car hastily and grabbed my gun, preparing myself for any potential danger that lay ahead. The atmosphere in the hospital was eerie, an unsettling silence hanging in the air. I moved cautiously, my senses on high alert, ready to confront any threats that crossed my path.As I neared my mother's room, a sight that chilled me to the bone greeted my eyes. Casper, my trusted ally, lay unconscious
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 51:{ new consigliere}
{Mac Allister}{Two weeks later}The past two weeks that went by had been a tug of war between my mother and Abebi, or should I say my consigliere. My mother refuses to support any advice given by Abebi to me. She even went as far as faking food poisoning when Abebi cooked special delicacies for us.As for Abebi, it is this not bowing attitude she developed for my mum. She feels as if she is too big to be corrected by her. I couldn't do anything about Abebi's situation because of the vow I had with her in Cerami to me not to reduce her in front of my mum."Pass me the salt," Madame Beatrice said to Abebi, her voice laced with expectation. Abebi, however, played deaf for a moment before subtly signalling for Chiara, who stood behind her, to take the salt and pass it to her mother. I could see a hint of disappointment on my mother's face, as if she had expected Abebi herself to fulfill the request. It was a small interaction, but it spoke volumes about the unspoken competition betwee
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 52:{true friend}
{Abebi}I stood in the kitchen, preparing the Spanish noodles for the table. I instructed Bianca to take the tray and bring it to the dining area. The aroma of the dish filled the air, enticing our appetites. I wanted everything to be perfect for our meal together.Turning to Aurora, I handed her a green rag, instructing her to make sure the table looked shiny and presentable. She nodded in acknowledgement and left the kitchen to carry out her task. Now, only Chiara remained with me in the kitchen, humming softly as she diligently washed the dishes.I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt lingering within me, a remnant of my recent outburst towards Chiara. Wanting to address the issue, I approached her gently, breaking the silence that enveloped the kitchen."Are you still angry with me?" I asked, my voice soft and sincere, hoping to mend any lingering tension between us.Chiara turned her face towards me, her eyes meeting mine. "No, mistress," she replied, her tone respectful but d
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