Chapter 30

Skai's POV

Carlo strode downstairs with his hair scattered. A sheen of frustration covered his features, and he was hard-faced . Not the face of an innocent person who has just killed someone for the first time. He would have done this countless times.

His sleeve rolled up to his arm, revealing his tattoo, and the second one was normal. His first two buttons opened. Of course, there was no blood on his hands. If all killers had blood on their bodies, then most of them would look like vampires.

The sentence replayed in my mind, ‘You can ask for a second chance in heaven’. Does he even know if he was going to heaven? If he had caught me, I don't know what he'd have done. I thought Juliano was free; they wanted to use the BER corp to relinquish their dimming glory.

On seeing me, he smiled

“I didn't know you were here.”I narrowed my eyes at Chiara, and he nodded.

“I love your outfit. Care for a dance?”

He took my hands and we moved to the rhythm of the music. Chiara's sign

Dancing with a killer under red lights – how crazy.

I was glad he saw me with Chiara and the waitress. He'd have suspected me; his trust in me is like a light ceramic. It can be broken easily. Death is the wage of sin here.

The next day,

I smirked as I entered the office, seeing the MacBook on my table. I walked towards it and sat down, seeing the card scribed in capitals with the login details of the laptop.

Adjusting the chair, I moved closer facing the door directly. Opening the lid, I switched it on and inputted the details. I beat my fingers against the desk in a rhythm waiting for it to beep and grant me assess.

Working in my office was preferable. Cameras could be planted anywhere.

The laptop displayed a home screen as I pulled out my USB from my pocket and smiled to myself. They thought I had little ideas.

I'm more than that.

My fingers flying over the keys. I got into their data channels; I have computer skills. I knew what I was coming for; the need to be noticeable is to do what others can't.

I analysed data, social media engagements, their purchase history and social interaction. It was a bit low. They have a poor online marketing strategy. I created targeted campaign content, a special discount for returning customers. I already got permission from the CEO. I don't have a say over their financial management. Now power was in my hands. Time to enjoy the moment.

I created pop-up ads on social media and included tracking bots to know if it’s blooming. Adding visual elements to catch the eye of buyers and included product descriptions.

I checked the time, and it took me one hour to sort the marketing. Now, let's get into the real work.

Rubbing my sweaty palms, I smiled as I checked the folders with multiple documents. They are all locked and encrypted, and the only accessible thing is the marketing issue I'm here to solve.

The firewall was so weak that I broke it like a broomstick. It took me less than two minutes. I got to work hacking into the system and the files at the mercenary.

I was still Enzo and a male. Zooming in on my picture, I was dressed in a black suit with a stern look.

I accessed the dark web with an alias and did a search on myself.

Sophia Brown, and smiled at the falsified information about me.

I went through all his folders. There are so many documents here, but I just decided to click on one: ‘HT-OP- Florence-0335’. I entered a folder, and it was showing the transfer of how girls from neighouring countries with coded payment logs linked to Giovanni.

I knew they'd still be in this human trafficking business. God knows how much I was sold for.

I clicked on another document and saw a grainy picture. ‘Allysia B.’ It was dated eight years ago. I clicked on it and viewed her information. She was kidnapped at twelve. I squinted and couldn't get it out.

I kept on working when I found a conversation between Giovanni and Tillard. I clicked on the conversation. It was about two weeks ago; I passed it through my tracker and waited. The laptop pinged as I looked at it and smiled to myself, saving it to the USB.

Then, I saw a message that grabbed my attention.

Giovanni: Those girls are catching the early morning flight. Be ready.

Tillard: There’s nothing to be worried about. The payment has been confirmed. Gone are those days when we did physical kidnapping.

Giovanni: We stepped up our games. Frank can be so good at running the agency. Few men have been granted visas too. They can indulge in labour works.

He added a laughing emoji.

Tillard: We receive our percentages when they start working. How nice does that sound?

Giovanni: The rest of their income is for their feeding. We wouldn't starve our tools to death. It's good to have tonnes of businesses. That's why I'm a mafia leader.

Tillard: I was supposed to be receiving percentages on my stupid niece up till now, not until she died. The brothel said she got hit by a brake-failed truck. I didn't need her remains.

Giovanni: She’s still useful, even in heaven.

Tillard: I came up with her father’s wealth, anyways. When will your shipment arrive?

Giovanni: That’s none of your business.

That was where the conversation stopped. I save that to the USB as well. In fact, I saved everything.

Of course, they couldn't tell him I escaped the brothel. He would have burnt down the place.

“You'll be a promising slut." I briefly closed my eyes against that haunting voice from the past. The injustice flared inside me and blurred my vision with unshed tears. I shook my head; it was when I tasted salt that I noticed the tears on my face. No, they can't see me cry. I'm strong. I'm supposed to be my father's heir.

Cold drops of sweat moved at a glacier's pace down my spine. What wealth were they talking about?. We didn't live in a mansion with thousands of workers. It was me and my mother with our cook but we were very okay.

I went back to the grainy picture and saved it to my USB. I could get it through a filter.

I exited everything and thought back to the hidden information. I want to bring them all down.

I removed the USB and scrubbed my footprints on the laptop, left where I improved the marketing and closed it.

Ideas stabbed my insides again as I walked out of the office. Everything stemed down to money and power. I walked out of the office.

Power is madness. The moment you taste it, you won’t be able to taste anything else. When it seeps under your skin and flows in your blood, it turns to poison. The best way to snatch power is by exploiting the human mind. People are simple. Make them crave something. Give them what they crave. Then snatch it from between their fingertips. I'll snatch the power and get what's mine.

My life was stomped upon. All this time, I’ve been a bloody joke. A plot. A game. I feel like if I don’t blow off steam, I’ll explode.