{Abebi}We drove through the narrow streets filled with slum houses. I couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between the increasing danger in Cerami and the relative safety we had found within our circle. Tony's choice to invest in a bulletproof car spoke volumes about the escalating threats we faced."You never told me you bought a bulletproof car," I commented, impressed yet also slightly unnerved by the need for such extreme measures."Cerami is becoming more dangerous," Tony replied, his tone reflecting a sense of concern and caution. He maneuvered the car skillfully, slowing down to allow a group of children to cross the street safely.Mateo, always observant and analytical, added, "For us, it's getting safer." His words hinted at the changes we had made in our lives, the steps we had taken to distance ourselves from the criminal underworld that had once consumed us.Tony followed Mateo's direction, turning left into a narrow, one-way lane. The atmosphere shifted as we en
{Abebi}Resting my head against the comforting embrace of Mac Allister's chest, I sought solace in his presence. His steady heartbeat echoed in my ears, calming my racing thoughts. "We are going to work it out," I reassured him, my voice filled with determination. "I can't believe she was caught sleeping with Duran's half-brother," Mac Allister expressed, his voice tinged with disbelief."She lost her golden chance," I replied, my tone laced with a mixture of disappointment and resignation. As we lay there, seeking comfort in each other's presence, Mac Allister's hand gently massaged my back, easing the tension that had accumulated within me. His touch was a soothing balm. "Let's get some sleep," Mac Allister suggested, his voice filled with a sense of practicality. "We have a mass wedding ceremony to attend tomorrow." With a nod, I nestled closer to Mac Allister, allowing the blanket to envelop us both. The weight of the world lifted as sleep beckoned, offering respite from the
{Abebi}The morning light filled the room. I slowly awakened to the gentle touch of Mac Allister's hand on my forehead. Sensing his intention to change the television channel, I quickly intervened, urging him to wait. "Wait, wait," I said, wanting to catch up on the news. Mac Allister paused, allowing me to listen to the newscaster's report."Oh my God," Mac Allister exclaimed, his voice filled with shock. I leaned in, my curiosity piqued. "Five members of the same family burned to death," he relayed, his head shaking in disbelief. The weight of the news sank in, and a sense of sorrow washed over me. "What is our peaceful Enna turning into?" I questioned, my voice laced with concern.Mac Allister's sombre tone matched my own. "Eventually, these incidents will attract the attention of the government to Enna," he remarked. The gravity of his words hung heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the escalating turmoil that surrounded us. "It seems as though we are all doomed," he added, h
{Abebi}I hid the poison beneath my bed at the back of one of my boxesMy heart raced with a mixture of relief and apprehension as I saw Mac Allister enter the room. I hastily stood up, my body tense with the weight of my secrets. His words struck me like a thunderbolt."My mother told me everything," Mac Allister said, a warm smile spreading across his face as he approached me. His words echoed in the room, mingling with the delicate dance of hope and fear that swirled within my soul.I met his eyes, searching for any sign of judgment or anger. Instead, I found understanding and acceptance in his gaze. It was as if he had seen into the depths of my struggles and chosen to embrace me despite them."I'm glad you two are getting along," Mac Allister continued, his voice filled with genuine happiness. His words resonated within me, offering a glimmer of solace in the storm of my inner turmoil.I couldn't help but feel a pang of doubt. The fragile peace we had found seemed too good to b
{Abebi }"Are you out of your mind?" Mac Allister's words carried both disbelief and a hint of anger. He understood the danger we were in, yet he stood his ground.Bruno, however, seemed to revel in the chaos, his intentions revealed by his chilling response. "I have always waited for this day," he declared, his voice dripping with malice.My heart pounded in my chest as Bruno's finger tightened around the trigger. I closed my eyes, bracing for the worst, but instead, a gunshot echoed through the air. I cautiously opened my eyes to see Bruno lifeless on the ground, blood staining the earth beneath him.A rush of relief washed over me as I realized Tony and his twin brother had come to our rescue. They ran towards us, concern etched on their faces. "Are you safe, sister?" Tony asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.A mixture of gratitude and exhaustion filled my voice as I replied, "Thank you, both of you. We owe you our lives."Tony's attention quickly shifted to Mac Allister's
{Abebi} The night sky stretched out above us, its vast expanse adorned with a tapestry of twinkling stars. The moon, a radiant crescent, cast a soft glow upon the world below. Shadows danced playfully across the landscape as we navigated the winding road, our headlights piercing through the darkness.The air was crisp and filled with a sense of anticipation, blending with the scent of pine trees that lined the roadside. The occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl created an eerie symphony, heightening our senses and reminding us of the clandestine nature of our journey.As I glanced upwards, my gaze fixed on the stars that seemed to shimmer with secrets. They held an otherworldly allure as if they, too, were witnesses to the trials and tribulations we faced. Each twinkling light felt like a guiding beacon, offering solace and reassurance in the midst of uncertainty. We arrived at the imposing mansion, and the gates swung open, revealing the grandeur that lay beyo
{ Mac Allister}I woke up to the gentle touch of the morning sunlight streaming through the window, casting a warm glow on the room. As I stirred from my slumber, my eyes met Abebi's, and I couldn't resist leaning in to give her a tender kiss. Her soft smile conveyed her well wishes for the morning, and with a lingering gaze, I left the room, my mind buzzing with anticipation of the day ahead.Entering the spacious sitting room, my attention was drawn to Alvar, a familiar face in this enigmatic mansion. I greeted him with a nod, acknowledging his presence and the connection we shared."You're awake," Alvar said, his tone carrying a hint of relief. I returned the greeting, "Good morning," and settled into a milk-coloured chair facing Alvar. His gesture of offering me a cigarette was a silent invitation for us to share this moment, and I accepted, appreciating the camaraderie that unfolded in the curling smoke.Alvar's inquiry about my arm brought my attention to the injury sustained
{Abebi}Alvar and Mac Allister strolled off to explore the town, leaving Chiara and me behind with the antiques. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. There was something about Chiara's mask that intrigued me, and I couldn't let go of my curiosity."It's been two days, and I had seen you with the mask," I remarked, my voice tinged with concern.Chiara shrugged nonchalantly and replied, "I like it on my face like that."But her response didn't sit right with me. There was an air of sadness in her voice, a hidden pain that she was trying to conceal. I couldn't let it go any longer, so I gently touched her mask and urged, "Is there something you aren't telling me, Chiara?"Chiara's eyes flickered with a mix of fear and hesitation before she sighed as if resigning herself to the truth. Reluctantly, she allowed me to remove the mask, revealing a face that was swollen and reddish, bearing the marks of abuse."Oh my gosh," I gasped, my heart sinking as I took in the sight before me.
{Mac Allister}{Thursday afternoon} _2pm I sat on the plush purple chair in my living room, relishing in the aftermath of my meticulously planned church explosion. The news reports were flooded with details of the incident, validating the success of my calculated moves. With each channel I switched to, the chaos and destruction fueled a sense of satisfaction deep within me.My faithful companion, the dog named Rogo, sat faithfully by my side, offering silent companionship in this moment of triumph. As the news continued to unfold, my phone suddenly rang, interrupting the serene atmosphere. Curiosity piqued, I picked up the phone and answered with a cool demeanor, "Hello, who is this?""It's Heretic," the familiar voice on the other end replied. "You did an exceptional job. You deserve a special reward. Come to my house."A smirk played on my lips as I weighed the options. While I didn't necessarily need any recognition or external validation, I understood the importance of cultiva
{Abebi}{ Thursday {morning }I sat on my bed, my head resting on the pillow, enjoying the peacefulness of my room. Suddenly, Tony burst into my room, his face filled with sadness and despair. My heart sank at the sight of his expression."What happened, Tony? Why are you so sad?" I asked, my voice trembling with worry. The cold air blew through the room, adding a chill to the already heavy atmosphere."There was an explosion at the cathedral," Tony said, his voice strained. "Everyone is dead, including Mateo."My breath caught in my throat, and a scream of anguish escaped my lips. The news hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over me with overwhelming force. Mateo, my dear brother, was gone in an instant. The tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to process the magnitude of the tragedy.I reached out to hold Tony's hand, finding solace in our shared grief. The plastic chair creaked under his weight as he sat down, weariness etched across his face. We were both grappling with the
{Mac Allister}{Wednesday } 9 am"Hey, where are you going?" a church guard inquired, his eyes fixed on the substance concealed under the blue nylon in my hands. I maintained a composed demeanor, knowing that my every move and response were critical."Just want to see the father," I replied confidently, attempting to divert the guard's attention from the suspicious package.Curiosity getting the better of him, the guard insisted, "What is inside the bag?"I hesitated for a moment, carefully choosing my words. "Take a look. It's simply a gift for the father," I said, my voice calm and convincing.The guard cautiously reached out, his hand grasping the blue nylon as he pulled it open to inspect its contents. His eyes fell upon the innocuous sight of a neatly packaged bundle of bread, seemingly harmless and ordinary."Alright, move on," the guard permitted, satisfied with my response. I nodded in gratitude and continued my journey into the church.As I entered, the soft flickering glow
{Mac Allister}"Oh Rogo, don't you know it's night?" I gently pushed my loyal dog off the bed. Rogo obediently trotted away, his tail wagging with a hint of sadness. I drew my eyes to the parcel he had brought me, and I reached out to grab it. "Thank you, boy," I murmured, patting Rogo's head as he eagerly licked my hand.As I read the words on the card that emerged from the parcel, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. "Wow, Tommy's burial," I said to myself, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of my lips. This was an unexpected opportunity, a chance to finally settle the score with Tommy and the other Mafia Dons who had dared to disrespect me.I switched off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. The soft glow of the moon peeked through the curtains, casting faint shadows across the room. I settled back into my bed; the warmth enveloping me, and Rogo nestled by my side, his loyal presence bringing me comfort.{Tuesday}The morning sunlight bathed the world in a
{Abebi}I sat behind my desk, the glass background offering a view of the bustling city streets below. The tiny artwork on the table depicted wine being poured into a cup, a poignant reminder of the business that had brought my family success and now seemed to slip away. Mateo and Camelia sat across from me, their presence a painful reminder of the betrayals I had recently discovered.My eyes scanned the paper in front of me, though my mind was consumed with a mixture of disappointment and concern. "Our market value has fallen," I said, my voice heavy with sadness. I looked up from the paper, locking my eyes with Mateo. "How long have you shut down the factory?" I asked, a sense of urgency creeping into my tone.Mateo hesitated, his voice faltering as he struggled to find the words. I could see the weight of his actions weighed heavily on him. "Ah, hmm," he stammered, his gaze shifting uncomfortably. But I would not let him off the hook that easily. "I want nothing but the truth,"
{Abebi}I lay in my bed, my hands gently caressing my growing baby bump. It was seven months now, and I could feel the baby's movements, a comforting reminder of the life growing within me. My gaze shifted to the large painting hanging on the wall, depicting a crowned figure. It reminded me of the responsibilities that awaited me as the new leader.The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across my room. Books lined the shelves of my little library, and my reading desk beckoned me with unfinished manuscripts. The melodious chirping of birds reached my ears from the back of the house, adding a touch of serenity to the moment.Suddenly, the door swung open, breaking into my reverie. Mateo, my brother, barged into the room, his face filled with urgency. "Have you checked the news?" he exclaimed, tossing a newspaper towards me.I caught the newspaper, the crinkling sound echoing in the room. Unfolding it, I skimmed the headlines, my eyes scanning for any signif
{Mac Allister}{2 months later}Sitting alone in my bed with my rogo, memories of what transpired between me and Abebi came recalling always in my mind. I can remember about 4 mafia Dons voted for me in the Babylon Tower, but the problem is I don't know who they are. My stripper spies have failed to give me concrete information. I guess the mafia truly hold to their secrecy about who they vote for.As I gently tapped my dog on the head, the familiar ringtone pierced through the silence. I reached for my phone and answered, "Hello, Jane.""Hello, Don," Jane replied at the other end of the line."You failed. You were unable to eliminate Fico," I said with a hint of disappointment, my voice laced with frustration. My dog attempted to lick my face, and I instinctively pushed it away."I am sorry, Don. Fico proved to be a formidable target," Jane responded, her voice tinged with remorse."Well, I hope you have something more reliable this time," I said, eager to hear any information tha
{Abebi}I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as I stood before the assembled mafia Dons. The weight of their expectations and the responsibility that now rested upon my shoulders became palpable. Tommy's words reverberated in my ears as he emphasized the importance of protecting my business ventures and the need for consent before anyone dared to cross those boundaries. It was a powerful statement, setting the tone for my reign as the Mistress of Death and asserting my authority over the criminal underworld.As the lady distributed the blue-colored papers to each Don, I watched their expressions closely, knowing that the contents of those documents held the blueprint for our future operations. It was a pivotal moment, as we collectively embraced a new mode of operation—one that would define our path forward.At that moment, my gaze met Mac Allister's disappointed eyes. I could sense the conflict within him, torn between loyalty to his family name and the changing tides of our o
{Mac Allister }{Twenty minutes earlier}I parked my G-Wagon in the designated spot at the Babylon Tower. The full moon illuminated the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the surroundings. Its radiant light seemed to bless this pivotal moment, as if bearing witness to the events that were about to unfold.Approaching the entrance of the hall, a man stationed there acknowledged my presence with a respectful nod. "The great Allister," he said, his voice carrying a hint of awe. I acknowledged his greeting with a brief nod of my own, maintaining an air of confidence and authority.Reaching into the depths of my pocket, I retrieved a golden coin, a symbol of my status and power within the underworld. With a deft flick of my wrist, I tossed the coin into the waiting bucket suspended by a chain, signifying my acceptance and participation in the proceedings.The hall was bathed in a soft, moonlit glow, creating an ambience that seemed both ominous and captivating. The air crackled wit