{ 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.
{Abebi} Mac Allister parked the car. I couldn't help but notice Madame Beatrice's presence, sitting in her wheelchair with a seemingly harmless smile on her face. Her right-hand woman stood next to her, radiating an air of loyalty and intrigue. Isabella, dressed elegantly in a blue gown, stood nearby, her eyes filled with curiosity.My heart skipped a beat as I remembered the task I had been assigned - to eliminate Madame Beatrice. The weight of the impending task pressed upon me, knowing that time was ticking away, and I had only four hours to fulfil my duty."Welcome home, son," Madame Beatrice greeted Mac Allister, embracing him tightly. Their bond was undeniable, rooted in blood and history. I observed them, the complex dynamics of their relationship clear in their embrace.Madame Beatrice's gaze then shifted towards me, curiosity twinkling in her eyes. "And who is this one?" she inquired, directing her question at Mac Allister. His response was swift and concise, introducing m
{Mac Allister} I felt a strange sensation in my chest as Abebi buttoned up my black suit. Today is a day that would be etched in my memory forever, a day that demanded strength and composure. I looked into Abebi's eyes, their green depths reflecting a mixture of concern and support."I need you to be strong today," Abebi said,her voice filled with quiet resolve. She adjusted my tie with care, her touch a reassuring anchor amid emotional turmoil."I've decided to cremate her," I finally voiced my decision, my voice tinged with sadness. "I want to hold her ashes with me until I leave this world, too."Abebi's expression mirrored the weight of my decision, yet they remained steadfast in their support. We walked outside, the weight of the moment palpable in the air. A black limousine awaited us, a symbol of sombre dignity. Madame Beatrice's body was already inside, accompanied by Isabella, Jane, and our private security team.Inside the sombre confines of the limousine, my phone ran
{Abebi}My number one enemy had successfully been eliminated. I sat on the soft chair, knitting a baby wear. I know I will need it in five-months' time. I was four months pregnant.Suddenly, out of nowhere, Mac Allister stormed into the room, his anger palpable in the air, and my heart raced with fear.He approached me, his face contorted with fury, and slammed a tiny glass bottle onto the wooden table. My eyes widened as I looked at the mysterious object, not comprehending its significance."Explain this," he demanded, his voice seething with anger. Trembling, I stammered, "I know nothing about this." Fear laced my voice as I struggled to make sense of the situation.Mac Allister's rage only intensified as he shouted for Isabella, who hurried to his side. In her presence, I hoped for some clarity, an explanation that would absolve me of any suspicion."Tell her what you told me," Mac Allister commanded, his voice commanding and cold. Isabella hesitated for a moment, her eyes dartin
{ Abebi}The room exuded an air of secrecy, its circular shape enclosing us in an atmosphere filled with anticipation. A large round table dominated the centre, cluttered with stacks of cardboard and papers. A single bulb dangled from above, casting a dim light that added to the clandestine ambience.I sat on a slightly sloping chair, my eyes fixed on Mac Allister as he immersed himself in a call with his spy strippers. He uses it as a source to gather information about their husbands, the formidable Mafia Dons. It had been an excruciating wait of over forty minutes, with Mac barely acknowledging my presence. But finally, he turned his face towards me, breaking his focus on the call."Sorry for my lack of responsiveness," Mac Allister said, finally acknowledging my presence. His voice was tinged with a touch of indifference. I couldn't help but feel a slight pang of annoyance, but I maintained my composure."What's going on?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.Mac Allister leaned back i
{Abebi}{the next day, 9:00 am)The night enveloped the city; the moon casting its radiant glow upon the streets. The neon sign at the top of the club, with its ever-changing colors of blue, green, and dark red, proudly displayed the name "Soserggio" for all to see.Sitting in the car's backseat, I observed the scene unfolding before me. Tony, focused on the task at hand, skillfully maneuvered the vehicle while Mateo sat in the front seat, his gaze scanning his surroundings. The anticipation in the air was palpable as we approached our destination."Here's a good parking spot," Mateo remarked, guiding Tony to a spot beneath a towering mango tree. As we stepped out of the car, I took a moment to observe the club's entrance. People dressed in alluring attire slowly made their way inside. A muscular bouncer diligently searched each person, ensuring their safety and the integrity of the establishment.Pointing towards a figure in a red suit, surrounded by a group of bodyguards, I whispere
{Mac Allister}I sat on a deckchair in my garden, enjoying the gentle warmth of the sun on my bare legs. My loyal dog, Rogo, approached me, carrying a package in his mouth. I reached down to pat him on the head, appreciating his unwavering loyalty. Taking the package from him, I eagerly tore it open, revealing a newspaper inside.Glancing at the front-page headline, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. "Wow," I muttered to myself, "The legendary son of Don Tommy found dead in Soserggio Club," the headline declared."What a bad ass killer must the twin be."Placing the newspaper on the deck chair beside me, I stood up and walked into the mansion. As I entered the grand halls of my mansion, my phone abruptly shattered the tranquil atmosphere with its insistent ringing. My instincts kicked in, propelling me toward the sound that held potential information crucial to my ambitions. Swiftly, I traced the source and hurried to my room, where I retrieved my phone."Hello, Chiara," I gre