Prestige reached the crime scene. The afternoon sun was still inside the clouds. According to the news, it would rain again. She knew she was not going to find anything as morning rain washed away every piece of evidence. Crime technicians looked all around but all they could see was water pooled everywhere. All the locks were broken, the doors opened. All the shells were collected from the roofs. Residents were called back and asked questions, but no one knew anything. They just received orders from Father Paul who received an anonymous call in his office. All the calls were traced and the number that made the call was now out of service. Something was afoot in Aagua but no one was wiser about what was happening or who was doing that. The attack on Tikhon was a big deal. All the SMS was on high alert. What was happening in SMS? First, Yoshiro was killed, and then Tikhon was attacked. Was it the same people or different people? Who had the guts to go against SMS? One was the vigilan
The investigation was still ongoing. Prestige was working hard with Michelangelo. He had so many theories to share. He was adamant that Renata’s kidnapping was somehow related to Tikhon’s attack. “Let’s go,” suddenly one day Michelangelo said to Prestige. “Where?” asked Prestige. “You are summoned by Tikhon,” said Michelangelo. “Since when did you start listening to Tikhon? Are you now one of his puppets?” taunted Prestige and started laughing. Michelangelo grabbed her by her neck in the middle of the police station and chided, “I am no one’s puppet. If you think I am doing this for Tikhon, you are wrong. I am doing this for Renata. They wanted to kill her, they kidnapped her, they did all that on someone’s order. I intend to find who is their boss.” Prestige pushed him away and got out of his grip. For a minute she coughed loudly and snapped at him, “if you want to punish, punish yourself. You killed her. Everyone knows what happened. You left her in the rain all night and she d
Michelangelo was in front of his mirror getting ready for the coronation. He decided to go with a bow tie. He didn’t want this, yet he was getting it. Was this his punishment? Was this his punishment for killing Renata? He was getting a life he never wanted. His mind kept wandering towards the day Prestige came to Sevendale Club. The words of Prestige kept echoing in his mind all these fifteen days. “The person who helped you save your life, attacked Tikhon.” She was right, this was not a sentence anyone should ever repeat before Tikhon. He would surely think Michelangelo was his enemy and in cahoots with the attackers. But he had no idea who helped him that day. Again, why would a person who was a marksman help him and then try to kill Tikhon? Was he an enemy of Tikhon or SMS? If he was the enemy of SMS, why did he save him? What was the end goal? Saving one person and then attacking another one? He wanted to know who was behind the attack so that he could find the people who were
The Brown Auditorium was filled with people from SMS and their friends. Billionaires, millionaires, politicians, kings, oligarchs, princes, princesses, and every prominent face of the auction ring was present there to congratulate the new Supreme Boss. The whole of auditorium was decorated with pristine white colour. Flowers to tassels to fabrics around the pillars and stairs were all white. A tinge of silver was present in some places. It looked like they were among the clouds. For the Supreme Boss, a highchair was placed on the stage that too was white. Michelangelo sure felt like God among mortals. Wherever he went people wanted to shake hands with him and congratulate him. Vicktor was waiting for everyone at the end of the hall where the highchair was kept. Vittore went to talk to him while Michelangelo was mobbed by people. “When is he coming?” asked Vittore. “I told you, soon! Why are you so impatient?” asked Vicktor. “My son is going to be the boss. Of course, I am impatien
“Why… why… why are you here?” Vittore was the first person to speak. He was sweating from every orifice. All could see the fear on his face. He looked like he saw a ghost. To be fair to everyone, everyone thought they were staring at a ghost. Michelangelo was asked to stand in a corner by Vicktor. He could not believe what he was seeing. Five girls, Renata, Hazel, Sameeksha, Valentina and Ambrosia, clad in black with swords and guns in their hands, of course, Ambrosia with a bazooka was standing before him. What he could not believe was Renata was wearing a five-inch heel and she was dragging a man with her, yet she had no issues walking in it. Once she was punished because she could not walk in heels but now, she was walking like she was gliding on water. What?!! His heart was ready to jump out of his chest. He wanted to run to the woman standing in the front but there were too many people in his way. He could not believe what he was seeing. He had buried her a few days ago yet sh
Vittore was crying his eyes out. He knew if Renata came here, she was up to something. Something was coming his way. “Narciso!!!! Listen to me, get away from her, NOW!!!” shouted Vittore at the top of his lungs. “How dare you talk to my father this way? An odal like you should have a dick in her mouth all the time, not words. Suck my dick and I will let you live,” laughed Narciso. A few laughed with him. “Bo..ss!! ge..t … awa…y,” his bodyguard somehow blurted. Narciso kicked his own bodyguard and laughed at him, “you are pathetic, I am not. Huh! Lost with girls, you idiot!” “Narciso!!!” Michelangelo gritted his teeth but could not move an inch. Severino was right behind him. Many of the SMS people present their pocketed their guns after seeing that Narciso has bested Renata. Renata simply sighed loudly and closed her eyes, while grinding her teeth, she opened her eyes and looked at Vittore, “you want to save him, right? But you won’t be able to! One of you dies tonight, you or hi
Vittore was extremely happy that Michelangelo was going to be the big boss, the Supreme boss. Now Fina Cosca will be at the top. One of his sons would be the big boss and another will soon take over for him as the boss of Fina Cosca. He would not only rule over Fina Cosca but over SMS too. He was busy giving a prideful speech, but everything was cut short by Renata/ Afanasiia. He remembered the day he first saw her on Aagua’s street. He could not believe his eyes what he was looking at. She had grown up, yet she could recognise her anywhere. He had seen her from her childhood. He had seen her completing contracts for him. He immediately told Vicktor asking him if he had killed her, how was she roaming alive. The next day he was greeted by Renata/Afanasiia in his own home. None of his people could stop her. She was sitting in his chair and greeted him like an old friend. “So, you recognised me. I didn’t think anyone could,” said Afanasiia in a calm tone. “Fanasi!” mumbled Vittore. H
Vittore’s mind was still in the past. He couldn’t believe himself how he gave Renata/Afanasiia the idea of making his son the Supreme boss. She was on board with that plan, but she wanted to check the other male nominees too. She knew her father, she was sure that no girls would be nominated, and she was right. One by one she started checking everyone out and created a file for everyone. She noticed that Michelangelo was a nice, kind guy but he didn’t have control over his anger. She decided to use that. She would tell Vicktor and Vittore what to do and they did everything. They took photographs of Renata with all the male members and then showed them to Michelangelo which made him angry, and he tortured Renata. Renata was on the verge of getting everything she wanted. All there was left to do was the coronation of Michelangelo. But before that, Renata asked him to do something that scared Vittore to his core. She wanted him to ask Tikhon to come to the funeral. He was someone, Tikho