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A staring match was happening between the girls and Vicktor. They didn’t want him inside and he didn’t want to leave without saying his piece. “Girls! I…” Vicktor opened his mouth. But Hazel stopped him midway. “Don’t! don’t say that you are sorry. Your syndicate murdered her. Your Michel murdered her. What is there to say? What could you possibly say that we would want to listen.” “It’s true that I am here to say sorry, on Michel’s behalf, on my syndicate’s behalf. But I am also here to tell you that we need to organize her funeral. You guys cannot keep her here all her life. She needs to go,” said Vicktor. “She is already gone. And what life are you talking about? The life that your Michel took?” snapped Sameeksha. “Girls! What I meant was you guys need to bury her and get peace. Not suffer the way she suffered after meeting with Michel. Rest assured, Michel is suffering enough. He is going crazy. He kept hitting himself because he killed her in his anger. The doctor had to seda
The morning of the funeral arrived. Just like the rain took her, it came back to say sorry at her funeral. It was raining cats and dogs. The dark and gloomy day became darker and gloomier. The girls wore black dresses and came out of their rooms. “Are you guys ready?” asked Sameeksha. “I don’t think I will ever be,” sobbed Hazel. “Me too,” said Ambrosia. “How can this happen? We saw her one night before. She drank with us, she talked with us. How? How??” sniffled Valentina. “We will never forget her,” said Sameeksha and extended her arms to hug everyone. All ran to her, and the girls remained in each other embrace for minutes. The girls took their umbrellas and came out of the house. For the first time, no one was standing outside. Since the day they met Michelangelo, they always had someone at their door, if not someone at least their bodyguards. Today, the corridor was empty. They slowly walked to the lift and entered. Tears kept dropping from their eyes. Today was the last day
Tikhon did not say a single word after that and left with Aurora before the funeral started. All were standing scared, even the girls. Was he not afraid of giving kill orders before so many people? Angela and her people screamed the moment Vicktor moved a step forward. Thank God! He didn’t take out his gun or they would have fainted for sure. “What the hell was that?” screamed Angela. “Don’t worry about that. Father, please continue,” ordered Vicktor. He looked around, a few people left with Tikhon, but a few remained. All the Consiglieres made sure the nominees remained behind. They didn’t one point cut because they didn’t pay their respect to an Odal. The father opened a page of his diary and started reading from it. He had made a small speech in honour of Renata. “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. The times of loss come to all the time for mourning comes to all but in all those times, the Lord is with us to show us the path. We are
Tikhon was not ready to come to the funeral as it was just an Odal’s funeral. Vicktor sent him the invitation and also asked him to support Michelangelo. “If you come, he might say yes to Supreme Boss,” pleaded Vicktor. “People don’t say no to me. If I select him, he will have to say yes or I will wipe out his whole family, his whole clan,” said Tikhon. “But if you do that,” suddenly Vittore walked in, “he will become Supreme boss reluctantly. If you want him to do your bidding, you will have to make him think that it was his idea.” “What do you mean?” asked Tikhon. “I know my boy. If you kill us all, he will make his life mission to kill you. But if he becomes Supreme boss on his own, he will do everything that will make SMS even greater,” said Vittore. “How?” “Come to the funeral. Pay respect to the only girl he cared about. To save her he bought her. He even hit Narciso, Marcellus, and Yoshiro because they touched her. He killed Stephan because he touched her. And then threat
Vicktor and Vittore were right behind Michelangelo. Suddenly Vicktor’s phone rang, and he saw that Tikhon was calling him. He gave a look to Vittore and hit the accept button. Immediately Tikhon shouted, “we are under attack. We are under attack!!” “What? I am right behind you. Go home and don’t take any detours. Drive as fast as possible. Where are your bodyguards?” asked Vicktor. “Dead!” shouted Tikhon. “Everyone! Take out your guns. Tikhon is under attack!” shouted Vicktor and everyone was ready with their guns. “What? He was here a minute ago,” said Severino. “No time to explain, drive fast!” said Tikhon and all the cars started moving out of the cemetery. The moment they reached the gate a long procession of cars stopped their way. All were crouched inside their cars and the drivers didn’t even try to move the cars. Vicktor jumped out of his car and ran alongside the cars. He could see people from every other cosca, hiding in their cars. He understood everything that the mom
Vicktor left his people to help Prestige in the investigation and left for Tikhon’s place. Michelangelo insisted that he was going to accompany him. Vicktor didn’t want anyone else to be there and said to Michelangelo that he should take care of his mental health before diving into a new case, but Michelangelo was adamant to see Tikhon.Defeated, Tikhon allowed Michelangelo to follow him. All reached Tikhon’s house and went in. This was the first time Michelangelo was going in. He thought his house was a fortress, but Tikhon’s house was a real fortress. Every door had two sentries with AK-47s. The gate was reinforced steel with electricity running through it. The high walls were covered with barbwires and electricity was running through them too. Snipers were at the ready of the roof 24x7. Four greyhounds were roaming around the house to keep the intruders away.One signal from Vicktor and the dogs turned into puppies. They ran away from him, and Vicktor helped Michelangelo and Severi
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