Keira was behind the glass where she could see in real flesh the infamous Lady Consigliere of the De Rossi Family, T. Sawyer. After that successful entrapment, her team delivered the suspect to AMSAF headquarters.
Keira had her arms crossed on her chest while she observed the situation.T. Sawyer is a petite woman, skinny to be exact. Freckles were all over her body like she was marked a dozen times with a pen marker. Her short bobbed blonde hair was unkempt going all over her face. Her dark circles showed as if she had a rough life all over her face. She seemed strong. Keira couldn't tell if she is a drvg addict or just an average geek trying to mess up with the police by joining a highly dangerous society, the Mafia World.But right after she reviewed her file, that was when she was bombarded with the truth.She let out an amused laugh while examining the suspect's expression."What do you think?" a voice suddenly asked beside her. "Surprising, huh?" Keira looked over her shoulder and saw Robert's amused face while watching T. Sawyer all over the glass wall.Keira smirked and couldn't help but nod a little. He was right after all. The most wanted Mafia Family's consigliere, the only connection she has to them was in front of her, in real flesh. But she didn't see this coming. Who would have thought that a powerful family like theirs would trust a lady to be their consigliere? On top of that, Keira was expecting to see a tough T. Sawyer. Someone who can be stern and confident when being interrogated, but instead they got a different one. They got a weakling. Someone who would crawl and plead for help."I guessed 45. Hmm... 'guess not," she answered while shrugging nonchalantly. "Who would have thought that a young geek at the same age as mine can be a Lady Consigliere to a powerful family? They must be messing around with us. Most of them never saw her face and are we just so lucky? There's gotta be something to this..." I suspected while thinking.That was when Robert patted my back and disconnected my deep thoughts. "Or are we just competitive enough...? " he continued, then nodded to me as a signal to start the interrogation.I opened the door inside the interrogation room where the blondey woman stayed. The first thing I noticed was the air. It was too cold. T. Sawyer's hands were shaking. She would frequently rub them against each other or just rub them onto her lap. When she saw her coming inside, the woman immediately stopped and paid more attention to her moves.Keira settled on a vacant chair. In front of her was a laptop. She put the folder beside it and smiled at the Lady Consigliere. "So..." she began, "you have two options. Just tell me where do you want to lead all of this, okay? One, you are the only one facing massive charges against the state and take all the blame for the mafia's fault, or... two, you can help me catch every one of them, leave no one behind, and give them what they deserve." Keira smiled grimly. "Which one, Miss Almeida? Which side are you gonna choose?"T. Sawyer's eyes widened. "H-how did you know that name?" she asked, purely shocked.Keira narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "So, you're Ms. Princess Sara Almeida?" she asked again."I-I'm not gonna talk. I want a lawyer!"Keira smirked. "Sure, you can. Actually, you're it. You can represent yourself at the trial if you want to."T. Sawyer's eyes blinked, eyes dilated."You're a lawyer, right? You don't know? Didn't your group give you enough information for you to answer our questions correctly?"T. Sawyer's eyes looked away. "W-what group? I don't know what you're talking about!""Nah, I'm not talking about De Rossis here, sissy. I'm talking about T. Sawyer Group," she reiterated which made the woman in front of her flinch in an instant.Her trembling became evident. She kept on shaking her head. "How did you know that?"Keira smiled and huffed an air. "You see, Ms. Almeida, no matter how you hide these from us, I will still know most of the things around here, and now we're here! I know things, Almeida. More than you can imagine. You start cooperating now or I'll make sure everyone in the world would know how a 30-year-old single mother of 2 kids ended up being a criminal behind the name of T. Sawyer." Keira shook her head. Her hazel eyes glistened. She pressed down her lower arms and intertwined her fingers across the table. She leaned forward and coldly stared right into the suspect's eyes. "You'll be blamed for everything..."T. Sawyer shook her head.Keira slammed her hands against the table. It made the woman jump in fear. Her eyes shoot daggers into T. Sawyer's direction. She was losing patience. She hated it when these so-called criminals test her patience.After she took a lungful air, she clicked out the recording under the table. The monitor room lost them for that moment. No one must listen to what they were about to say. She gave a sinister smile toward Almeida.She could see her cries right through her eyes. Her fear for her life. The fear of a mother that wanted to protect her children."Tell me what you wanted, and I can give it to you, Almeida. Anything..." she offered.Almeida burst into tears. She sobbed, having difficulty in breathing. "I-I can't. Please, Ma'am! If I talk, they will kill my two sons!" She shook her head. "I can't lose them. I just can't..."Keira just shrugged and grabbed her phone from her pocket. She dialed a number and hit the loudspeaker. "Gei, how're the boys?" she asked through the phone."They're already in good hands. The team already rescued them from their home," Seregei replied."How can I trust you?" Almeida asked after Keira looked at her meaningfully.Keira rolled her eyes and kept her cool. "Gei. Get them talking..."After a moment of silence, suddenly a small voice enveloped the silence. "Mommy?"Almeida's facial expression changed from cautious to fragile. She began sobbing with a painful smile upon hearing her son's voice. "Baby. C-Cody, is that you? Is your brother okay? God, please tell me you're all okay..." she asked breathlessly. Her voice became hoarse and painful."We're fine, mom. We're just watching TV in a big house with a nice man. His name is Mr. Galgotta. He said that you asked him to pick us up to enjoy our free time since we can't go to school. He said that you're working..." the boy named Cody replied over the phone. His voice was calm but to his tone, Keira could feel his longing for his mother.Almeida cried. She opened her mouth to say something but Keira quickly slid the phone back into her pocket after hitting the end button."No, no, no, please! Please let me talk to him one more time, please!"Keira shook her head. "The next time you're talking to him, that'll be after you answer my questions," she determined."What do you want? Please, just don't hurt my sons!" she begged."Almeida, I'm not the bad guy here. I'm here to help you. If you just cooperate then everything will be smooth. You can go see your sons and see what we can do if you can be acquitted of your charges."Silence reigned between them."Tell me about T. Sawyer Group and your connection with De Rossis. I want an answer now, Almeida..." Keira asked grimly.Almeida frustratingly sighed. Her breath was still shaky. She closed her eyes and looked up at her. "No one in De Rossis knows about T. Sawyer Group. We were careful enough to hide it. Not even the police can trace us. T. Sawyer Group is actually a group of ghost lawyers that helps syndicates get away from their criminal charges. It's a careful op by random lawyers. We don't have names. We just do our jobs randomly. And I happened to be the front for the group. But I'm not the boss. I swear!" she admitted.Keira smirked because of that confession.*****It was a frustrating interrogation but Keira still got the winning prize. Almeida's information.She was in a meeting with other AMSAF members. They studied the information they got. All of their faces showed frustration."You know what the problem is?" Roque asked them while holding a bunch of papers, "Ghost lawyering in some states is a legal practice," he shook his head and threw the paper back on the table while he was standing near the whiteboard. "This isn't going anywhere. It's a dead-end! Even if we find the acting lawyers for the De Rossis, this doesn't mean anything. They're just doing their job!""Can't we find another key to this? We're running out of time here. We can't hold Almeida for long," Seregei commented.Keira shook her head. "I don't think we have to analyze how they work with them. I mean, come to think of it. They're ghost lawyers. Even De Rossis do not know them because of one reason..." Everyone looked at her. "It's their safety net. They are careful not to get caught. No connections that will lead to them, just a third-party lawyer who can pose as their consigliere. I mean, who knows? T. Sawyer might have lied about having the same ghost lawyer. They just wanted them to think that the lawyer is a she, just like how Almeida got the identity of T. Sawyer," she explained.Everyone in the room thought about her logic. And when they remained silent, Keira already knew that they got the message."What we need to do is to fool the De Rossis..." she continued."What do you propose, Vince?" Robert asked.Keira smirked and typed something on her laptop. After that, she turned the gadget to face her colleagues. There, everyone saw the interface of T. Sawyer's system."I pulled up the account where Almeida told me she once contacted someone inside the mafia family. Turns out, what she was telling me earlier was true. No one inside knew her, not even her identity," she explained."So, what now?"Keira smiled cryptically at everyone. "Decoy. We fool them that a bitch is coming on the surface..."Minneapolis, Minnesota, 1998The thunder roared occasionally in Minneapolis, Minnesota one night in October. The flashes of light from the chaotic storm made the 7-year-old Keira gasp. She stopped playing with her doll and its crib. A toy stethoscope dawned on her neck, playing doctor all day with her doll named Chinnie. Her dark brown and curly locks swayed as she turned her attention to the window beside her bed. The curtains glided along with the wind. It made her heart pound abnormally. The tension seemed so superb that she froze in her position. She hated seeing ghosts or monsters in cartoons or movies. Seeing them in person isn't what she expected either. She didn't move nor make a sound. She was cautious of her surroundings, felt the eerie ambiance of her place. That flooded her mind over and over until she decided to move.Three knocks on the door came that distracted Keira's deep thoughts. She quickly turned to the door and heard her mom calling her name.
After 23 years... Milan, Italy The tick-tacking sound echoed throughout the unsounded hall full of abandoned old and broken furniture materials. All the men who were inside that place stopped as soon as a man entered the old gray hall. A man walked confidently into the hall. He wore a fine bright white tuxedo, a white hat, and white pants with splattered blood all over them. He holds a dark classical walking cane with the shape of an eagle's head on the handle. He is tall and has a well-built body with fair white skin. He is Asian-looking with a vicious and mesmerizing pair of monolid eyes colored in hazelnut brown, perfectly complemented by his quite strong cheekbones and a bit angular sexy jaw. Despite fighting a lot of men from outside, he walks perfectly fine without any evidence of the struggle to see on his face. He approached the old man named Pacito Tolentino at the end of the room. He is seated in a comfortable gold chair carved in European design that is about 680 years o
The well-known hero that slays wickedry like Zorro was long forgotten by many. The current generation is now fantasizing men in suits brutally slaying bad or good people, those who created chaos amongst mankind. The very people who opposed both inferiority and corruption amongst men are the ones that create the renowned word. It is being romanticized on TV and novels as though it is an acceptable thing for mankind.And as Zorro was long forgotten, so as the righteous ones had forgotten to fight for the righteous things in this world. It became a chaos that no one could stop.For Saint, his Zorro was his father. No one could do what he had to do in the past. And now that he is in charge of everything, all eyes are waiting for his fall.He is currently fixing his silver satin neck tie while he faced the human-sized mirror in his little apartment inside New York. After that, he put on his white tuxedo and elegantly moved. He brought his eagle-head staff with him, put on his white designer
Finally after some several tries, the door has been freezed off from its security features."All good, boss. You may now open it..." Conner instructed after temporarily disabled the security feature of the door.Saint's hand is already in mid-air. He breathed in a bit to brace himself. He is not someone who is afraid of getting killed but right now, death is not his kind of option. He has to fulfill the promise he swore in front of his father's coffin..."I promise you... I'll avenge your death. I'll avenge your unfinished task. I will bring hell towards those people who plotted against you..."Saint finally came inside the main party hall of the resort. He saw few influential people inside the venue. They were holding wine glasses while faking their laughter towards other people. He heard a lot of show-offs that completely made him laugh a little. "Filthy dudes with their bling-blings," he commented.He is still in his bell boy's uniform. But compared to the outside mess, the people a
Monte can't believe his eyes. For years in service inside De Rossi Famiglia, he has never seen any shadows of the Mirage System. He has known them only through their Don's summons in a meeting where they are always reminded to avoid meeting one member of the secret society. What he knows is that the Mirage System has a new Underground Capo Famiglia 2 years ago and since then, the silent mayhem every Anti-Mirage Famiglias did has now reached their doors to the end of their reign. This man is unique in his operations and is very dedicated to making the Mafia World justifiable and to stay a secret.This man, as his Don has described to them, is a man in a white tux and has the eye of the dead eagle. A merciless, evil, sinister man who is considered the Grim Reaper of Mafias. He is called the Mafia Saint.Saint stood confidently in front of the De Rossi Capo without any emotions that can be read. He waited for this day to come that he could enter a very complicated Famiglia like the De Ro
Keira Vince wore a different character. Her brown sunglasses, red scarf, and stylish Sunday dress had her getting away from her real identity. Her real mood and all. Her Prada bag was clipped to her elbow. She walked in a girl way, stretching all her muscles up to her ears to form her fake smile to people around her.She could hear them murmuring around her asking about her identity. When everyone saw how casual she waved to the Capo of De Rossi, everyone froze.The guy smiled at her. He is Capo Luci Gaffon of the De Rossi Famiglia. The guy had known her since she disguised as Milani Sarmiento, an Italian-Filipino model who just moved to Spain for a vacation. The moment they met was dramatic. Keira wished she could get a grip on all the details from the capo in no sweat but she needed the timing. As Chief Roque said to her, "Timing is the real gold".This mission is one of the most important things the Anti-Mafia Special Action Force (AMSAF) has to do. They are very close to getting a
Keira was behind the glass where she could see in real flesh the infamous Lady Consigliere of the De Rossi Family, T. Sawyer. After that successful entrapment, her team delivered the suspect to AMSAF headquarters.Keira had her arms crossed on her chest while she observed the situation.T. Sawyer is a petite woman, skinny to be exact. Freckles were all over her body like she was marked a dozen times with a pen marker. Her short bobbed blonde hair was unkempt going all over her face. Her dark circles showed as if she had a rough life all over her face. She seemed strong. Keira couldn't tell if she is a drvg addict or just an average geek trying to mess up with the police by joining a highly dangerous society, the Mafia World.But right after she reviewed her file, that was when she was bombarded with the truth.She let out an amused laugh while examining the suspect's expression."What do you think?" a voice suddenly asked beside her. "Surprising, huh?" Keira looked over her shoulder a
Keira Vince wore a different character. Her brown sunglasses, red scarf, and stylish Sunday dress had her getting away from her real identity. Her real mood and all. Her Prada bag was clipped to her elbow. She walked in a girl way, stretching all her muscles up to her ears to form her fake smile to people around her.She could hear them murmuring around her asking about her identity. When everyone saw how casual she waved to the Capo of De Rossi, everyone froze.The guy smiled at her. He is Capo Luci Gaffon of the De Rossi Famiglia. The guy had known her since she disguised as Milani Sarmiento, an Italian-Filipino model who just moved to Spain for a vacation. The moment they met was dramatic. Keira wished she could get a grip on all the details from the capo in no sweat but she needed the timing. As Chief Roque said to her, "Timing is the real gold".This mission is one of the most important things the Anti-Mafia Special Action Force (AMSAF) has to do. They are very close to getting a
Monte can't believe his eyes. For years in service inside De Rossi Famiglia, he has never seen any shadows of the Mirage System. He has known them only through their Don's summons in a meeting where they are always reminded to avoid meeting one member of the secret society. What he knows is that the Mirage System has a new Underground Capo Famiglia 2 years ago and since then, the silent mayhem every Anti-Mirage Famiglias did has now reached their doors to the end of their reign. This man is unique in his operations and is very dedicated to making the Mafia World justifiable and to stay a secret.This man, as his Don has described to them, is a man in a white tux and has the eye of the dead eagle. A merciless, evil, sinister man who is considered the Grim Reaper of Mafias. He is called the Mafia Saint.Saint stood confidently in front of the De Rossi Capo without any emotions that can be read. He waited for this day to come that he could enter a very complicated Famiglia like the De Ro
Finally after some several tries, the door has been freezed off from its security features."All good, boss. You may now open it..." Conner instructed after temporarily disabled the security feature of the door.Saint's hand is already in mid-air. He breathed in a bit to brace himself. He is not someone who is afraid of getting killed but right now, death is not his kind of option. He has to fulfill the promise he swore in front of his father's coffin..."I promise you... I'll avenge your death. I'll avenge your unfinished task. I will bring hell towards those people who plotted against you..."Saint finally came inside the main party hall of the resort. He saw few influential people inside the venue. They were holding wine glasses while faking their laughter towards other people. He heard a lot of show-offs that completely made him laugh a little. "Filthy dudes with their bling-blings," he commented.He is still in his bell boy's uniform. But compared to the outside mess, the people a
The well-known hero that slays wickedry like Zorro was long forgotten by many. The current generation is now fantasizing men in suits brutally slaying bad or good people, those who created chaos amongst mankind. The very people who opposed both inferiority and corruption amongst men are the ones that create the renowned word. It is being romanticized on TV and novels as though it is an acceptable thing for mankind.And as Zorro was long forgotten, so as the righteous ones had forgotten to fight for the righteous things in this world. It became a chaos that no one could stop.For Saint, his Zorro was his father. No one could do what he had to do in the past. And now that he is in charge of everything, all eyes are waiting for his fall.He is currently fixing his silver satin neck tie while he faced the human-sized mirror in his little apartment inside New York. After that, he put on his white tuxedo and elegantly moved. He brought his eagle-head staff with him, put on his white designer
After 23 years... Milan, Italy The tick-tacking sound echoed throughout the unsounded hall full of abandoned old and broken furniture materials. All the men who were inside that place stopped as soon as a man entered the old gray hall. A man walked confidently into the hall. He wore a fine bright white tuxedo, a white hat, and white pants with splattered blood all over them. He holds a dark classical walking cane with the shape of an eagle's head on the handle. He is tall and has a well-built body with fair white skin. He is Asian-looking with a vicious and mesmerizing pair of monolid eyes colored in hazelnut brown, perfectly complemented by his quite strong cheekbones and a bit angular sexy jaw. Despite fighting a lot of men from outside, he walks perfectly fine without any evidence of the struggle to see on his face. He approached the old man named Pacito Tolentino at the end of the room. He is seated in a comfortable gold chair carved in European design that is about 680 years o
Minneapolis, Minnesota, 1998The thunder roared occasionally in Minneapolis, Minnesota one night in October. The flashes of light from the chaotic storm made the 7-year-old Keira gasp. She stopped playing with her doll and its crib. A toy stethoscope dawned on her neck, playing doctor all day with her doll named Chinnie. Her dark brown and curly locks swayed as she turned her attention to the window beside her bed. The curtains glided along with the wind. It made her heart pound abnormally. The tension seemed so superb that she froze in her position. She hated seeing ghosts or monsters in cartoons or movies. Seeing them in person isn't what she expected either. She didn't move nor make a sound. She was cautious of her surroundings, felt the eerie ambiance of her place. That flooded her mind over and over until she decided to move.Three knocks on the door came that distracted Keira's deep thoughts. She quickly turned to the door and heard her mom calling her name.