Nicolas I was ready to tear Ben a new one, when he was hesitant to talk in front of Anaya, making her leave the office. She did not complain or whine, but it did not sit well with me that she thought she needed to leave the office so we could talk. Adrian looked at Ben and shook his head. “That was an asshole move, man.” Ben protested, “What? I didn’t say anything!” Adrian replied and cast a squinting look at Ben. “You know what you did!” “I never thought of you as a liar, Ben,” I replied as I walked over to the coffee machine in the corner. I poured a sizable cup for myself and sipped it. I took a few more seconds to calm myself so that I would not explode at my friend and also to savor Ben’s terrified and regretful expression. Ben murmured, “I am sorry, boss. I don’t have anything against Anaya, I assure you. She is the most tender and kind person I have ever met.” Adrain scoffed, “And how do you repay her? By questioning her presence?” I’ve been trying to make sense of the is

Nicolas I was trying to make sense of the mountain of work that had been eating away at my head since the morning in my office. I have to finish it as fast as possible and get back to my darling wife. I told her yesterday about the spy we had in her father’s Mafia, and she took it like a mature adult. I was surprised to find that she had forgiven me. I was relieved when she admitted that whatever I had done was for the good of my gang. I’ve been working on making amends with her ever since. We have set up some ground rules for our relationship. I accepted with no reservation. To be honest, I was willing to do anything to keep her at my side. Damn, I am whipped! Omega6’s services have been withdrawn. Omega6 was happier than we were to learn it. The spy was no longer willing to betray the Costa Mafia because Omega6 was actually in love with them. I could have said that the epiphany arrived years too late, but I chose not to. Since the spy poses no threat to us, we have left them to th

Nicolas My phone's incessant buzz woke me. It was Ben who called. I answered his call. "Boss, we're ready," he declared. I questioned, "Ready for what?" He responded, "Uh, the meeting we had with the new buyers. Did you forget?" "Shit! I will be there in ten minutes," I said and cut the call. Damn, how can I forget this? When I turned around, I noticed my wife sleeping. She looked like an angel while sleeping. When I remembered the events of the day before, my thoughts became jumbled once more. My wife is smart and articulate. I had no idea she was capable of it. She is unique in many ways. She is training hard and now she is helping me in mafia business. She is ready to take the oath. We need to plan it soon. I sighed and woke up. Taking a shower, I dressed in an elegant black suit. As I slung my guns in my holster and one around my ankle, I exited the walk-in closet. Anaya was still sleeping, so I wrote her a message notifying her of my meeting. Kissing her forehead, and said,

Nicolas A stinging pain shot through my back, making me wince. The fuck is that? I slowly peel my eyes open and adjust to the darkness of the room. Moonlight shining through the window above was the only source of light. Where was I? I made an attempt to stand, but something stopped me. What is stopping me? When I looked down, I saw myself kneeling with my legs restrained. “What the fuck!” I hissed. My throat felt as if it were being dragged over sandpaper. My hands felt numb. I noticed my hands were tethered to the wall when I looked up. When I attempted to move the cuffs, they dug deeper into my wrists. I was completely naked from the waist up. My entire body was in pain. This situation feels oddly familiar. Everything came flooding back to me. The meeting, the attack, and Scar. That filthy bastard kidnapped me. He killed my men, and he kidnapped me. Shit! Ben was with me at the meeting. He murdered Ben. No! No! No! “Where the fuck are you, asshole?” I yelled. I heard footsteps

Nicolas "Sir, I am trying, but it is slippery," I cried as my father pressed the knife against my back, making me open locks with tied hands. Fuck! "Idiots like you are no good!" he shouted. "This is how you will become Capo? You cannot even pick a lock." I finally opened the lock after fumbling with it for quite some time and saw rotting bodies inside. I was on the verge of throwing up, but I restrained myself because I knew Carlos would beat me if I did. Hopefully, I'll be able to get back to my sister after this. She was being a fussy baby when I left with Carlos two days ago. However, things turned awry when Carlos ordered us to attack somewhere and kill a bunch of people while he dawdled. I hate him! "Mr. Ricci," a voice made me grunt as I opened my eyes and was brought back to reality. It was the same man who had been treating my wounds for two days. Not sure what it is that he is doing as the blood has stopped trickling, but it hurts like hell. However, I have had worse day