As the morning sun dawned upon my face the next day, I remember wincing as the unbearable light moved onto my eyes. Groaning irritably, I turned around to make sure Andrea was still where she was supposed to be.Almost half expecting her missing, I was relieved to find her grasping her pillow in her arms and smiling almost heavenly. Her long chestnut- coloured hair was in places and if I perked my ears up slightly, I could hear her soft breathing from where I had been sleeping. Giving myself a yawn, I quickly sprung out of bed and into the shower.I could feel the warm water hitting my chest that day; I had been sore in places but still unhurt. Looking around my naked body, I saw some familiar scars that I had taken for the mob. Bullet wounds, which had been covered with stitches, scars from knives and blades, and bruises that hadn't quite gone away.Cleansing myself thoroughly,

"What?!"Diaz slammed his fist right through a glass table, frustrated and shocked that his foes were still alive. "How is this possible?!" He screamed at Enrico, who looked just as angry. A few mobsters in the conference room seemed terrified at Diaz's reaction to the news."I told you, Giovanni." Enrico replied. "Shtalenkov's body was found on the highway one just upstate. His car and another truck had blown up in the process. Kellett and Tanelli both weren't even found in the area, so it must mean they are alive." He took a seat on the chair in front of Diaz. "So now I ask of you, what is our next plan?"Giovanni picked up a wine glass and filled it with some of his favourite red wine. He glanced over to a huddled group of low mobsters across the table, conversing quietly.Taking in a taste of the wine, Diaz walked around the table. "You have told me that you have some of our best men guarding the airports in the entire state, correct?"