{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
{Abebi}I sat in front of my twin brother, Mateo, in my office, contemplating our next target. The events of yesterday weighed heavily on my mind. Mac Allister's phone call had left us with a peculiar instruction: to hold off for now. It seemed he wanted to observe the Tommy family's reaction to the death of one of their own.Mateo, ever impatient, voiced his discontent. "Why should we wait when things are just getting interesting?" he exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice.I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. "Mac Allister wants to see how the Tommy family will respond," I explained, my tone tinged with caution. "In the meantime, he's taking care of Tommy's allies."Tony, who had been listening intently, chimed in with a question. "And who's handling the job for him?""Jane," I answered, locking eyes with my brother. Jane's involvement in Mac Allister's plans intrigued me. She possessed skills and knowledge that could prove valuable to our cause.Before we could delv
{Mac Allister}"How many times have I told you to stop bringing things to me in the middle of the night, Rogo?" I grumbled as my loyal dog jumped onto my bed, carrying a package wrapped in red and black. I couldn't help but wonder what it contained.I sat up, swinging my legs off the bed, and reached for a small locker next to me. Unlocking it, I retrieved a knife, using it to carefully cut through the wrapping. My curiosity peaked as I unveiled the contents—a card indicating another dark room meeting scheduled for tomorrow at midnight.I pondered the significance of this meeting. The dark room held a certain mystique, drawing in all the mafia dons who sought to exert their influence and establish alliances. It was a place where power dynamics were shaped and deals were struck under the cloak of darkness.With the card in hand, I placed it on the table and decided it was time to prepare for the occasion. I retrieved my late father's distinguished silver-colored suit, which held a pro