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THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 64:{ Gamer}
{Abebi}My number one enemy had successfully been eliminated. I sat on the soft chair, knitting a baby wear. I know I will need it in five-months' time. I was four months pregnant.Suddenly, out of nowhere, Mac Allister stormed into the room, his anger palpable in the air, and my heart raced with fear.He approached me, his face contorted with fury, and slammed a tiny glass bottle onto the wooden table. My eyes widened as I looked at the mysterious object, not comprehending its significance."Explain this," he demanded, his voice seething with anger. Trembling, I stammered, "I know nothing about this." Fear laced my voice as I struggled to make sense of the situation.Mac Allister's rage only intensified as he shouted for Isabella, who hurried to his side. In her presence, I hoped for some clarity, an explanation that would absolve me of any suspicion."Tell her what you told me," Mac Allister commanded, his voice commanding and cold. Isabella hesitated for a moment, her eyes dartin
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 65:{ last prayer}
{ Abebi}The room exuded an air of secrecy, its circular shape enclosing us in an atmosphere filled with anticipation. A large round table dominated the centre, cluttered with stacks of cardboard and papers. A single bulb dangled from above, casting a dim light that added to the clandestine ambience.I sat on a slightly sloping chair, my eyes fixed on Mac Allister as he immersed himself in a call with his spy strippers. He uses it as a source to gather information about their husbands, the formidable Mafia Dons. It had been an excruciating wait of over forty minutes, with Mac barely acknowledging my presence. But finally, he turned his face towards me, breaking his focus on the call."Sorry for my lack of responsiveness," Mac Allister said, finally acknowledging my presence. His voice was tinged with a touch of indifference. I couldn't help but feel a slight pang of annoyance, but I maintained my composure."What's going on?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.Mac Allister leaned back i
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 66: {hard men die hard: I}
{Abebi}{the next day, 9:00 am)The night enveloped the city; the moon casting its radiant glow upon the streets. The neon sign at the top of the club, with its ever-changing colors of blue, green, and dark red, proudly displayed the name "Soserggio" for all to see.Sitting in the car's backseat, I observed the scene unfolding before me. Tony, focused on the task at hand, skillfully maneuvered the vehicle while Mateo sat in the front seat, his gaze scanning his surroundings. The anticipation in the air was palpable as we approached our destination."Here's a good parking spot," Mateo remarked, guiding Tony to a spot beneath a towering mango tree. As we stepped out of the car, I took a moment to observe the club's entrance. People dressed in alluring attire slowly made their way inside. A muscular bouncer diligently searched each person, ensuring their safety and the integrity of the establishment.Pointing towards a figure in a red suit, surrounded by a group of bodyguards, I whispere
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 67: { communication}
{Mac Allister}I sat on a deckchair in my garden, enjoying the gentle warmth of the sun on my bare legs. My loyal dog, Rogo, approached me, carrying a package in his mouth. I reached down to pat him on the head, appreciating his unwavering loyalty. Taking the package from him, I eagerly tore it open, revealing a newspaper inside.Glancing at the front-page headline, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. "Wow," I muttered to myself, "The legendary son of Don Tommy found dead in Soserggio Club," the headline declared."What a bad ass killer must the twin be."Placing the newspaper on the deck chair beside me, I stood up and walked into the mansion. As I entered the grand halls of my mansion, my phone abruptly shattered the tranquil atmosphere with its insistent ringing. My instincts kicked in, propelling me toward the sound that held potential information crucial to my ambitions. Swiftly, I traced the source and hurried to my room, where I retrieved my phone."Hello, Chiara," I gre
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 68: {invitation}
{Abebi}I sat in front of my twin brother, Mateo, in my office, contemplating our next target. The events of yesterday weighed heavily on my mind. Mac Allister's phone call had left us with a peculiar instruction: to hold off for now. It seemed he wanted to observe the Tommy family's reaction to the death of one of their own.Mateo, ever impatient, voiced his discontent. "Why should we wait when things are just getting interesting?" he exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice.I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. "Mac Allister wants to see how the Tommy family will respond," I explained, my tone tinged with caution. "In the meantime, he's taking care of Tommy's allies."Tony, who had been listening intently, chimed in with a question. "And who's handling the job for him?""Jane," I answered, locking eyes with my brother. Jane's involvement in Mac Allister's plans intrigued me. She possessed skills and knowledge that could prove valuable to our cause.Before we could delv
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 69:{ Confession}
{Mac Allister}"How many times have I told you to stop bringing things to me in the middle of the night, Rogo?" I grumbled as my loyal dog jumped onto my bed, carrying a package wrapped in red and black. I couldn't help but wonder what it contained.I sat up, swinging my legs off the bed, and reached for a small locker next to me. Unlocking it, I retrieved a knife, using it to carefully cut through the wrapping. My curiosity peaked as I unveiled the contents—a card indicating another dark room meeting scheduled for tomorrow at midnight.I pondered the significance of this meeting. The dark room held a certain mystique, drawing in all the mafia dons who sought to exert their influence and establish alliances. It was a place where power dynamics were shaped and deals were struck under the cloak of darkness.With the card in hand, I placed it on the table and decided it was time to prepare for the occasion. I retrieved my late father's distinguished silver-colored suit, which held a pro
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 70:{ The Dark Room:babylon tower}
{Abebi}It was twenty minutes before 12:00 midnight. I slowly rose from the hospital bed, my body still weakened from the ordeal I had experienced. Tony and Mateo sat nearby, their watchful eyes locked on me, their concern palpable in the air. The events of the past hours had taken their toll on me, but I refused to let them break me."Dear, are you strong enough to attend the meeting?" Tony's voice held a mix of worry and genuine care. He knew the risks involved, and he wanted to ensure my well-being above all else. I appreciated his concern, but I couldn't afford to show any signs of weakness."Yes, I am," I replied, mustering as much strength as I could in my voice. I couldn't let them see the doubts that lingered within me. The weight of the situation pressed heavily upon me, but I had to remain resolute, for my sake and the sake of our cause.As I steadied myself, I turned to face Tony and Mateo, their gazes fixed upon me. The anticipation in the room was tangible, each of us aw
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 71:{The Dark room: The mistress of death}
{Mac Allister }{Twenty minutes earlier}I parked my G-Wagon in the designated spot at the Babylon Tower. The full moon illuminated the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the surroundings. Its radiant light seemed to bless this pivotal moment, as if bearing witness to the events that were about to unfold.Approaching the entrance of the hall, a man stationed there acknowledged my presence with a respectful nod. "The great Allister," he said, his voice carrying a hint of awe. I acknowledged his greeting with a brief nod of my own, maintaining an air of confidence and authority.Reaching into the depths of my pocket, I retrieved a golden coin, a symbol of my status and power within the underworld. With a deft flick of my wrist, I tossed the coin into the waiting bucket suspended by a chain, signifying my acceptance and participation in the proceedings.The hall was bathed in a soft, moonlit glow, creating an ambience that seemed both ominous and captivating. The air crackled wit
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