PIETRO“I see,” my mouth slightly twitched as I finally see the great opportunity that is presented upon me. I leaned back on my chair, thinking about his words carefully, not sure if I must believe him or not. Maybe this is just one of the rumors circulating about Eros again and I just haven’t heard about this one. I see no reason why Eros would do such a thing. Changing a long time family tradition? Doing businesses behind the commission’s back? That wasn’t only dangerous and risky, it’s highly unnecessary too.Was he only exaggerating things about Eros so I’d believe him, or is Eros really capable of going to such extent?I’ve met Eros many times and he seems like a normal guy. In fact he is the most relaxed among all of us Dons. I always perceived him as a young and most inexperienced Don among us and I’m sure the other Dons think so too.The Cassianos is the third most influential family among the five crime families. Everyone was just waiting for
PIETRO“Are you sure that is the right address?” I asked Calvin and grabbed the written address on Pericles hand.Pericles was taken aback by what I did, making him look up at me in surprise. I stared on the written address on the table napkin instead, affirming me that I had heard Calvin correctly. “This can’t be the right address,” I frowned and looked back at Calvin who looked very serious. “That’s the place where it happened. I went there at nighttime.”“There’s no way you can store victims inside this place.” I placed the table napkin on the table and pushed it back to his direction. He picked it up and read the written address. “I swear this is where it all happened.” He pushed back the address to me and raised his arms momentarily in form of surrender.While staring squarely to his face, I took back the table napkin and turned my attention back to the written address once again as if it holds the answer to my question.The thing is, thi
PIETROI slowed down and made a turn towards the docks, exiting the highway. I’m not sure if the car is allowed here. All I see were workers in their brown jumpsuit uniforms walking at the sides.Their heads turned to my direction, curious to see a car driving in. I tried to take a peek on their faces, that is shadowed by their blue caps. It was scorching hot but they were wearing long sleeved uniforms with only their caps to shield themselves from the direct sunlight.All of them looked at me instinctively as I drove past them. None of them stopped me from going in.I pressed on the gas pedal even harder and sped off to where the warehouse is located since no one bothered to stop me. I guess everyone is allowed to enter as they please. Everything looks normal around here. The place is highly unsuspicious that no one would have guessed that there is an illegal business going on in here. Everywhere you look, all you’ll see were uniformed personnel doin
EROS CASSIANO“That son of a bitch,” I chuckled lightly in a whisper when I opened the images sent to me.It was a stolen shot of Pietro poking around the warehouse all by himself. I received a couple random stolen shots of him searching around the warehouse with his poor disguise. I smirked and leaned back on my leather chair in amusement. I scrolled back and forth between pictures, staring at his face, feeling like a cat playing with a cornered mouse. Oh how lucky I am that he walked right into a trap. I was just thinking of what I should do with him, yet he already gave me the answer. I wasn’t planning to rush his death, but he is already knocking on death’s door.I locked my phone, then softly placed it on the table and sighed. I pulled my coat closer around my torso and stood up to stare at the beautiful sight of the clouds outside. As always, Pietro continues to amaze me with how he is always a step ahead all the other Dons. However, he is
PIETROI found nothing. Not even a single nylon tie or a single stray bullet or any thing that doesn’t belong to a warehouse. The whole place is clean. There’s no trace to be found.If there is really a human trafficking business going on in here, it would be impossible to leave the area this perfectly clean. It’s impossible to leave without leaving a single trace.It’s either Calvin lied to me or everything he saw just happened in his dream. As I had thought, there is no way you would conduct a human trafficking business here and hide your captives in a fish warehouse.It’s not a good idea to do so. I don’t know why despite knowing all that, I still chose to stay behind until nighttime. I guess I’m still hoping that the whole place will change at night like some curtain would open and reveal what it’s hiding. I don’t know what I’m hoping for anymore. I’m not sure if I’m just being desperate for Calvin to be right or if it was really just my pure inst
PIETROThrough the peephole, I observed the guy outside making sure that he is not an enemy. With slow and careful fingers, I made sure that the door is locked. I grabbed the door knob tightly, jamming it in just in case he attempts to pull the door open.“Anybody there?” He shouted as he looks for a way to take a look inside my room.My window curtains were close, robbing him of the option to look through my windows. He tries to look inside by peeking at my door’s peephole from the outside. He inched his eye closer to the peephole, giving me a fish view of his face, but he gives up almost immediately. He looks from left to right as he waits for someone in my room to come out and answer him while I waited for him to stop waiting and leave. “I know someone is in there. I just saw you enter your room a few minutes ago,” he adds, thinking that would be enough for me to open up my door for him. My body relaxes a bit from the door as I start to think that maybe I’m the one who is being
PIETROThe guy soon grew tired from trying to plunge his knife at me. His moves had become terrible and he slipped up with his attack.Because he had turned slow, it was easy for me to grab him by the arm and twist it in front of him.He freezes when I pointed his arm holding the knife to his neck. He wasn’t expecting what I just did. I was just evading and parrying his attacks, he never thought that I would actually try to counter attack him despite the serious injury that I have. Before he could recover from his surprise and move against what I was trying to do to him, I circled my hand around his free arm and locked it behind my back so he wouldn’t be able to reach the wound on my stomach and hit it again. He tried to struggle against me, wiggling off his arms from my tangled hold, but I only tightened my hold around him to stop him from escaping. There’s no way he could escape my hold for I got him completely immobilized. his arms are locked around mine and I am hugging him fro
PIETRO“What?” Pericles asked in surprise. He is already driving in his car when I called him. He sped up his engine when he heard what happened. “Someone attacked me in the motel,” I breathed slowly then winced as I took another look on my stab wound. “I’m losing too much blood.”“Are you still in the motel?” He asked me. My eyelids started to feel heavy and as if he could see me, he shouted “Don’t sleep! Just keep your eyes open.”My eyelids shot open at that. My irises moved, searching for something to focus on. “I-I’m out of the motel.” I answered his question when I was back to being myself again. “I parked at the side of the road.” I turned my head around to check. “I’m the only car parked around the street.”“Okay, don’t end the call. I’m already coming. I’ll tell you when I’m near.”“I already called the cleaners to clean the scene. Hopefully no one has entered in the room yet.” I continued speaking so I wouldn’t fall asleep.We call the people who cleans crime scenes as cle
“Shit! Shit! Shit! You imbeciles! I’m paying you money and you can’t even kill one damn man!” Eros was agitated and he couldn’t stop yelling while staring at his computer. He had cameras all over his mansion so he could see everything that was happening. Eros had never seen Pietro fought anyone before. He didn’t expect him to be this good. He is like James Bond, taking down so many people at a time. Eros is not fully aware of Pietro’s past. He has no idea about the training that he got as a little child. Pietro was trained to be like a killer machine. His training could be likened to that of Black Widow, if only that character was real. Eros kept sending and sending all his people, but Pietro killed all the men trying to stop him from reaching his wife until Eros had no one else to send and stop Pietro anymore. Lucrezia had no access to the computer, but she witnessed how Eros was scared out of his wits as he watched what Pietro is doing to his men. Lucrezia could also fully hear
Lucrezia’s stomach turned. Even though they are criminals and big time mafias, they still have their own principles and things that they couldn’t bring themselves to do.Eros is just pure evil, a monster.He is a disgrace to the mafias. What kind of man could say those words with a straight face.“What does these things have to do with my father? What does it have to do with Pietro? Why do you have to kill him?” Lucrezia asks.“You see, your father and I share the same goal. We want to be the best in the Commission and Pietro is an obstacle stopping us from reaching that goal.Lucrezia felt more guilty upon hearing this. She thought Pietro was the one who was greedy. She thought he was the one trying to become the next capo di tutti capi.“If that is so, then why spare me? Why spare my father? I’m Pietro’s wife. Why not kill me with him?”“Because your father and I had a deal.” Eros answers taking Lucrezia by surprise.“A deal?” Lucrezia mutters breathlessly feeling like she just disco
“Vaffanculo! Vaffanculo!” Lucrezia curses repeatedly inside her car as she drove along with other Italian curses that she grew up hearing from their Italian helpers at home. Lucrezia pressed on the gas pedal, speeding at the almost empty highway at dawn to reach her husband at home who has no idea that his life is in danger. She shouldn’t ave gone to her home. She shouldn’t have told her father anything. She shouldn’t have stuck her nose where it doesn’t belong in the first place. She shouldn’t have opened the door to Pietro’s office and indulged herself in the secrets that he was hiding. No wonder why Pietro is keeping things from her. Just hours after she found out his secret and she had already placed Pietro’s life in danger. Lucrezia had no idea that her father is working with Eros Cassiano to get rid of Pietro. She should have known that in the mafia, everybody has their own dark secrets and hidden agendas to hide. The fact that Pietro has one, shouldn’t have surprised her an
Raimondo was silent for a long time as he listened to his daughter as she confides into him about Pietro’s secret. Raimondo earnestly listened without questioning her daughter’s words or interrupting her. Raimondo just stared into her daughter’s eyes as she went on with her story as if he was listening to her because he was worried about her. Lucrezia is supposed to tell her father about what Pietro’s secrets that she had just found about, the secrets that she discovered in Pietro’s office, but she changed her mind last minute because she thought it was a very important secret and it could implicate Pietro’s life, so she couldn’t rashly share those things to her father. Additionally, Lucrezia knows that her father would react negatively if he founds out bout that. Even she reacted so negatively when she finds out that her husband is planning something against the Commission. Unless she had ensured everything, unless she had everything straight with Pietro, nobody can find out abou
PIETRO woke up because of his nightmare. For the first time, ever since he slept in the same bed as his wife, he woke up with the same dream, the same nightmare again.Ever since Pietro was a child, there wasn’t a night when he had not woken up haunted by nightmares. He always dreamed of the same thing, the friend that he killed. Every night, he would jolt up awake and the last thing he could remember was the picture of him pulling the trigger and killing his friend. His dream is very vivid like it all happened again. It was always exactly how he remembered it happen. Saying that Pietro was traumatized would be an understatement. Pietro was broken by his past, and only Lucrezia was able to piece him together. Through the love and kindness that she showed him, Pietro was able to forgive himself and see his value. Pietro calmly sits up, his breathing was rash and heavy like he had just ran a marathon. When his racing heart had finally slowed down, he opens the light beside him caus
It’s already evening when I arrived home which means Pietro must be waiting for me at home. I wasn’t planning to stay outside until evening, but I had to travel between two different cities because Agrippa’s house and the place where I am going to get the key are located at two opposite cities. I wore a huge smile on my face as if I had the best day of my life as soon as I entered home. Just as I am expecting, Pietro is waiting for me at the living room just like how I always wait at the living room for him to welcome him home. Pietro’s eyes dropped on the shopping bags I’m carrying as soon as I entered the door. Seeing this, he did not dare ask where I went. He just assumed that I went for a shopping spree. On the way home, I stopped at a mall and shopped random things so that Pietro would think I spent the whole day at the mall. “You had a great day?” Pietro asked me as he walked towards me.I grinned at him. “I bought everything that I wanted.”“Good, you own all my money. You
Agrippa sighed at the other side of the door, the loudest that I have ever heard her sigh. She knew that there is no way I’d leave this place. Even though my foot is hurting, jammed and pressed at the foot of their door, I wasn’t willing to remove my foot and let her go.No, I won’t leave this place, not until I find out everything that is happening, and not until I have given all the help that I could give her. No one deserves to be abused like that. No woman or no wife should live in the same house with her husband abusing her. My face softened and my heart ached inside my heart when Agrippa finally opened the door, revealing her inside. Agrippa refused to look at me on the eye. Her head is lowered in shame even though she had nothing to be ashamed about. I swallowed hard, not saying anything. You wouldn’t know what to say once you saw a hurt person in front of you. I’m afraid that if I say something it will only make Agrippa close herself from me even more. Asking her if she’s
LUCREZIALife was back to normal when Pietro had arrived back home. Our life routine is back, and things got pretty boring for me once again as a wife who is always left at home without anything to take care of.If only Pietro gave me kids to take care of, then I wouldn’t have to feel so bored and I would stay all day at home without any complaints.I have sent Agrippa a message that I would visit her today. Although I haven’t received any reply from the heads up message I sent her, I decided to still just go. At least I have given her a heads up. Wheteher she replies or not it’s actually out of my control.With the help of Pietro’s driver and bodyguard that he had hired specially for me. I went to the mall first to buy something for Agrippa and her three little kids.I do not want to go there empty handed. Besides, I rarely go to their house to visit and I don’t give gifts to Agrippa’s kids often. 
LUCREZIAI stared at the ceiling as I lay on the bed with my eyes wide open as Pietro softly snores beside me. While Pietro is having the best sleep of his life, I couldn’t sleep because of I couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation we had in the car.For some reasons, Pietro’s words doesn’t sit well with me. I really don’t believe that Orenzio is the man behind all of this. I don’t think it’s possible that Orenzio knew about his father’s disease beforehand and that he was the one who told Serrano about it.I couldn’t forget the surprised look on Orenzio’s face and the anger that he felt as Serano stood on the stage making accusations against his father and telling everyone that he was hiding his dementia.Even if that was all just an act, I don’t believe that Orenzio could pull all that off so perfectly. A person always leaves a hint when he lies, and his eyes always tells