Palermo, Italy7:28 PMDayron EstateWhen we arrived at the place, I looked up at this blue-roofed mansion. I remembered myself standing at the center private balcony. I remembered the day he was talking with that filthy old man, without realizing he was making an agreement to marry that old woman, older than his things. Maybe that's why they were glancing at me from that time."So, what do you say?" Ronald asked, turning his attention to me."Let's begin?" I asked him back, turning my attention to him.Tumingin siya sa mga mata ko. "No need to ask, darling," nakangiti niyang sagot.Inutusan ni Ronald ang mga tauhan niya na buksan ang malaking gate gamit ang ear piece. Their system has been hacked by the mobsters of Ronald inside the computer and monitoring room, so the security has been removed without them noticing. Kusa itong bumukas, pagkabukas nito ay naglakad kaming lahat papasok.Those security cameras moving isn't working. Ronald's mobsters are good at hacking systems, especia
Ronald walked towards the door of one of the rooms, which was also left open. He kicked and slammed it shut due to his frustration, and I saw his knuckles redden. Kitang-kita ko na galit talaga ito dahil sa nangyari na hindi lang naman namin sila naabutan dito. "Find them," Ronald strictly ordered. "Do you fucking hear me!" He yelled, which made his mobsters shiver down to their spines due to fear. "FIND. THEM. EVERYWHERE. AGAIN. LOOK. EACH. PLACE. IN. THIS. FUCKING. MANSION. OUTSIDE!" He yelled, emphatically pronouncing every word. "Y-Yes, we will boss," the mobster behind me replied, clearing his throat. "Then, do it right now!" He yelled, commanding them. "We'll keep you updated on every information we found, boss, through the earpiece," the second mobster stated as Ronald glanced up at him. "That's good," Ronald answered calmly in a soft voice. Binalingan niya ako ng atensyon at naglakad palapit sa akin. "I'm sorry, did I—uh—scare you?" he asked, and I nodded. "Yo
Ronald held his earpiece and ordered his mobster to find those thugs. Ronald smiled, and we turned our backs. We walked towards the side, and as soon as we saw the entrance, we looked at the surroundings. We saw all those men we killed, full of blood, bathing now in their own blood.Punong-puno ng mga nagkalat na bala at dugo ang paligid pero hindi na namin pinagtuunan ng pansin iyon. Dumiretso na lang muna kami sa paglalakad palabas ng gate. Pagkalabas namin ay nakita namin ang ilan sa mga tauhan namin.Hinawakan ni Ronald ang earpiece bago nagsalita, "Huwag niyo silang patakasin." Mariin niyang utos."Huwag kang mag-alala, boss." Tugon ng tauhan niya. "Ginagawa namin ang lahat para mahuli sila or else maybe we can kill them." Narinig kong dagdag ng tauhan ni Ronald.Ronald groans in frustration. "Fine, just do it!" Galit niyang sabi."Boss," narinig kong sambit ng tauhan ni Ronald."What again?" iritado niyang tanong.I heard his mobster smirked. "I think we found them," he informed
Napatingin siya sa akin pero nag-iwas ako ng tingin. Marahas nila itong hinila patayo at isinama siya papunta sa underground basement. Sinipa rin siya sa likod niya na dahilan upang muntikan siyang matumba. Ayaw ko sana na umabot kami sa ganito pero ayaw kong hayaan na lang siyang ibenta ako sa isang milyonaryong matanda. Ayaw kong mabuhay na ginagawang pambayad utang lang.I glanced at him and felt there was a part of me that didn't want to see him in that situation. I didn't want to see my father die before my eyes. I knew there was a soft part of me that no matter what I did, he was still my father."Wait!" I shouted, so they turned around to face me in the distance."You want to mock me for what I have done to you?" my dad asked, pointing at me. "After I raised you, this is what you give to me in return? How unbelievable? You must marry her, remember you're just my daughter so I can sell you to any millionaire man, either young or old." Sunod-sunod niyang pagrereklamo at pagsumbat
⚠️‼️ TRIGGER WARNING‼️⚠️ This chapter may contain violence, language that is inappropriate for young readers, and may trigger the minds of readers, so read at your own risk. Marahas nilang kinuha at kinaladkad ang matanda papunta sa nakikita kong parang bath tub, hindi ko siguro kung bath tub nga ba iyon na may mainit na tubig pero 'yon ang nakikita ko sa malayuan. Nakikita ko ang panghihina ng matanda dahil sa kanina pa marahas na paghawak at paghila sa kaniya lalo na ang pagkaladkad sa kaniya. Alam kong hindi pa dito natatapos ang lahat. Nakikipag-usap na ngayon si Ronald sa mga assassins."You'll going to torture him first in that bathtub," Ronald pointed in the direction where that thing is. "That water in the bathtub is boiling— it has a very hot temperature that surely will make him scream due to his struggle, after that drown him until I saw his skin slowly peeling off and then get him up—take him in the backyard, push him in the ground until his body lies down, and of
After what happened last night, I still see it in my mind. It's still popping and I feel like I still hear the begged voice, screaming voice, begged filled with fear. Ronald patted my shoulder and I took a deep breath. "What's the matter?" Ronald inquired. "I feel like that old man is haunting me." I replied, and he suddenly pulled me closer, landing his lips at the top of my head. "No, he's not, and stop feeling guilty about it." He stated, caressing my back. I really saw the dark side of him—a different side of him. Unsure, if I can tame it.He pulled me back and began staring at my eyes. He placed his index finger in my chin as I looked into his face. His expression was really blank, though I may read that he's never felt guilty for it since he was doing it for me—for us may be in order to protect this family.Hindi ko talaga alam kung tama pa ba itong ginagawa namin pero kung ito lang ang paraan para protektahan ang pamilyang 'to. Wala na akong magagawa, kung wala na talagan
It has been one week since we observed my father's movements to get him back, but he was being so careful that he even misled the cars of our mobsters that were tailing him in different directions.My husband always vents his anger on the mobsters whenever they failed doing his orders. No one can tame him; he's really a tough mafia boss at giving strict orders. My father must be caught right now, and it's a relief that he didn't leak that information about us. Maybe he was also afraid due to his extensive criminal record."Kung sakaling magtatago man ang daddy mo," panimula niya. "Saang lugar siya maaaring magpunta?" tanong nito.Napaisip ako bigla at patuloy na inaalala ang bawat detalye sa nakaraan. "I think they have the hideout near the Quattro Canti, and from what I recall, it is an abandoned building or something, perhaps an abandoned house." I replied, answering his question and trying to give further details. "Can you give me more specific details?" Ronald inquired about what
Nagpadala kami ng mga tauhan sa bawat mga kantong dadaanan namin para magsilbing mga mata at tainga. Aalis kasi kami ngayon kaya kailangan ay masigurado naming walang makasusunod. Ipinadala rin namin ang ilan sa mga miyembero ng assasins na nasa nagbabantay mula sa taas ng mga gusali at mga bahay.Sila ang magsisilbing sniper, mga mata at magbibigay impormasyon. Hindi kasi sapat ang mga tauhan namin na ipinadala na magbantay lang sa bawat kanto.Kailangan ay doble ingat kaming dalawa dahil hindi namin kontrolado ang sitwasyon. Ang iba naming mga tauhan ay patuloy pa ring pinaghahanap si daddy."Why did your dad suddenly ask us to go to his place?" I asked, raising my eyebrow curiously."I have no idea either," he replied, shrugging his shoulders."Just keep your eyes on the road," I suggested, since his right hand was reaching for my skirt, and I could feel his hand slowly going under it."Ronald, don't, and just keep driving," I scolded him, but he just bit his lip."What? I'll be car
Sa isang video ay nakita namin ang magaling na pagpapaputok ng baril at pagpapatama nito sa mga targets sa malayuan. Napansin ko na mabilis itong matuto sa paghawak at paggamit ng baril. Siguro nga, kailangan na namin siyang ihanda para sa mas magandang kinabukasan.Ang nakita ko pang sunod na itinuro sa kaniya ay ang basic self- defense at makakatulong rin naman sa kaniya ito para hindi siya mapahamak. Mas mabuti nang may alam siya para maipagtanggol niya ng maayos ang sarili sa ibang organisasyon ng mga mafia."His practice is good," Ronald murmured, the low rumble of his voice barely audible above the clinking of coffee cups. He watched the screen, a faint smile playing on his lips.I followed his gaze, my own eyes fixed on the young man's movements displayed there. The precision, the focus – it was undeniable. "No doubt," I said, my voice firm. "He'll be a sharp shooter in this organization soon."Ronald turned his gaze to me, his smile deepening. "He's inherited your bravery, y
Kinabukasan nga ay inutusan na naman ni Ronald ang mga tauhan niya na maghanap ng buyer para maibenta ito sa mas mahal na presyo. Ibebenta nila ito base sa kalidad at talagang halaga nito na umaabot ng halos isang daang billion.Ang painting na iyon ang pinakakaiba, at pinakamaganda ng isang pintor bago ito pumanaw dahil sa malubha nitong sakit na cancer. Matagal rin palang hinintay ni Ronald ang paglabas ng mismong obra na iyon.Tinawag ni Ronald ang tatlo niyang tauhan. "Take care of Mr. Dayron, especially our plans; keep them on edge, "bilin nito sa kanila.“Just leave to us, boss.” Tugon naman ng isang tauhan niya na kaharap niya.Ronald glanced at him. “I trust you,” he responded, and his mobster nodded.His mobster turned around and went out to the entrance hall. They got into the car and started the engine. I watched them U-turn the car as they headed toward the gate. They were working with informants inside my father's organization.He signaled his consigliere, so he walked t
Nalagpasan na nila ang lugar kung saan nila sinunog ang mga gamit ng biktima nila mismo. Nakahinga sila ng maluwag ng makuha na ang painting at nagawa ng maayos ang trabaho nila. Halos matawa ang isang tauhan ni Ronald dahil walang kaalam-alam ang driver na naloko siya at hindi talaga sila totoong mga pulis.Habang nasa biyahe sila ay tinitingnan nila kung gaano kaganda ang painting at pinag-uusapan nila ang pintor na gumawa nito. Isa ito sa pinakamagaling na pintor sa kasaysayan ng Italy noong 1960's at ang painting na ‘yon ay ang naiwan niyang obra bago siya namatay.“Siguro akong matutuwa na naman sa ‘ tin si boss,” nakangising sambit ng tauhan ni Ronald na nagmamaneho ng sasakyan.Biglang nagsalita ang capo nila sa earpiece. “Bilisan niyo at hinihintay na kayo ni boss dito,” pagdeklara nito.“Malapit na kami, hintayin niyo na lang kami sandali.” Seryosong sambit ng tauhan ni Ronald na nasa passenger's seat sa harapan.Marami rin ang naghahangad na makuha at mabili ang painting na
The truck has arrived, and the mobsters of Ronald were preparing to block the driver. They were waiting for the right time and signals from other mobsters, especially the capo, before they moved. Their capo already signaled the mobsters to be in their positions.8:22 AM BOLOGNA, VIA FONDAZZA The mobsters in front were going to cross-dress and be in disguise. They needed to kill the two policemen who were on duty in their area to steal their uniforms. The police had caught them earlier, so they needed to kill them. They cleaned the area, leaving no traces at the crime scene. They searched for a perfect spot to bury those bodies and make sure that no one would know about what they had done.Their capo gestured; his hand tailed the white truck as two mobsters, wearing the uniforms of the two policemen they had killed earlier in the Via Fondazza establishment's toilet, approached. They were already wearing the black belts and police peaked caps.Pagkatapos nila doon ay inayos nila ang s
NAVARRA'S EXCLUSIVE BUILDING9:24 PMSanremo, ItalyCasino Area2nd floor Naglakad kaming dalawa papunta sa mga berdeng mesa kung saan naglalaro ng mga baraha ang lahat ng mga taong narito. May napansin akong kakaiba dahil ang isang lalaking narito ay parang hindi naman kasali sa kahit na anong mafia organization. Parang most likely sa mga drug syndicate group base sa hitsura at pormahan nito.Maraming mga naglalakihang chandelier sa gitna na nagliliwanag na parang isang anghel na nagdadala ng liwanag sa madilim na silid. Lahat sila dito ay halos dinadaya lang ang isat-isa para sa pera.There's no fair game in the world of criminals. They all used tricks to win, to get the money they craved. In the first game, they let their opponents win, but as the games went on, they'd use their tricks to cheat and get back the money they'd lost."Nice game, amico nostros," komento ng tauhan ni Ronald kaya halos napatingin lahat sa kaniya ang mga naglalaro ng baraha.Isang manlalaro ang lumingon
Navarra's Exclusive Building Sanremo, Italy — Underground Casino Liguria Region 7:56 PM January 4, 2025 "Boss, what are we going to do now?" their second-in-command asked. Ronald, wearing a black fedora hat, sat in the red small sofa. "We'll do the money laundering as other mobsters we're working with to take down and captured Mr. Dayron," he replied, lighting up his cigarette. "What art? Where?" the second-in-command asked. "I heard from a source that there's a white truck containing the Renaissance art—Mysteries of Milan," he began. "That truck will be passing over Bologna Street, but you need to follow it until the driver is in a place with no crowds," he explained. "I warned you," he pointed at each of them with his index finger. "If you get caught, you'll be punished." The threat hung in the air. I walked toward him and sat on the rolled arm of the sofa beside him. He immediately placed his hand on my waist, glancing at his mobsters. His mobsters stood serious
Ronald's whereabouts Nagpaalam si Ronald kanina na makikipagkita sa isang informant. Narinig ko ang usapan nila; dapat siguraduhin ng informant na walang nakasunod. Huminto si Ronald sa isang tahimik na eskinita na walang katao-tao sakay ng itim niyang sasakyan. Bumaba siya at pinasadahan ng tingin ang paligid, nagmamasid kung may tao.Ronald adjusted his coat and necktie, glancing at his Rolex. He waited, leaning against his car, his eyes scanning the surroundings. He heard a clinking sound—a nearby trash can.Soon, he spotted someone approaching. "Sorry for keeping you waiting," the informant said, getting out of his car."It's alright, I just arrived," Ronald replied as the informant walked closer."Give me the papers," Ronald instructed. The informant retrieved an envelope from his car.He handed the envelope to Ronald. "All the papers and agreements are inside."Ronald opened the brown envelope and read the first page. "This is insane," he commented, shaking his head."Money is
Napakagulo na ng mundong ginagalawan naming dalawa. Hindi ko na alam kung saan hahantong ang lahat. Will our story be like other stories and movies, all tied up at the end? Will all the pieces of the puzzle fit together in the end? Sa magulong mundong ito, hindi na namin alam kung sino ang mga kakampi at sino ang dapat pagkatiwalaan."How's the operation... to gather more data on him? To take him down?" My voice was barely a whisper, the question staying in the air.Ronald's eyes moved quickly. A beat. Then, a slow kiss on my forehead. "Everything went well, darling." His calm tone made the tension feel stronger."Is there a new threat?" I asked, meeting his gaze. He stared back, his eyes steady."Maybe," he said, his voice softer now, "but we'll face it together." The attempt to lighten the mood felt heavy in the air."Ano? Pumapayag ka na bang masangkot si Niccoló dito?" tanong ko sa kaniya.Napaisip siya sandali. "Kapag handa na siya pero hindi pa ngayon," tugon niya.He's our only
Kinabukasan, kahit tila ordinaryong araw lamang, mababakas ang tensyon sa hangin. Ang aming interaksyon, bagamat gaya ng dati sa panlabas na anyo, ay puno ng pinipigilang emosyon. Habang nagpapatuloy ang operasyon—ang pinagsamang puwersa ng kanyang mga tauhan at ng ilan sa akin—ay kapansin-pansin ang pagod sa mga mata ko. Ang pagnanais na mahuli ang aking sakim na ama, na burahin siya sa mundo, ay isang apoy na nag-aalab sa aking puso, ngunit ang takot sa panganib ay isang malamig na kamay na pumipigil sa akin.Hindi niya ako itinuturing na anak. Isang pamumuhunan lamang ako, isang produkto, isang bagay na maaaring ipagbili kung kailan niya naisin. Ang sakit ng katotohanang ito ay isang matinding bigat sa aking dibdib. Isang bagay na magagamit niya, at kapag wala na raw siyang pakinabang, basta na lang ipagkakait sa akin ang halaga ko. Ang galit ay isang bulkan na naghihintay lamang ng pagsabog."Dalhin niyo siya dito," ang utos ni Ronald sa kanyang tauhan sa cellphone, at ang boses n