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9. She Dies
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2024-12-08 07:00:07Barely four hours later, I jogged down the steps of my private jet and set foot on the tarmac at the Slovenian Airport. I was accompanied by Edoardo, a pissed Giancarlo, and four other men Carlo insisted I bring for manpower.
His suggestion made sense, so I accepted. The extra people will definitely be useful in actually tracking Aria down faster.Immediately, we got to Dolgovãske Gorice, the small village that housed the Vinaruim tower; I felt Aria's presence. She was here. But we needed to locate which house. Our first start was hotels and shortlet apartments.I knew she was here. I could feel it in my bones. The tension in my body has even increased in tempo..Edoardo walked up to me. I arched my brow, a silent way of asking him if he had any update for me."Augusta Miller is lodged there." He pointed at an almost dilapidated-looking motel at a farther side of the road. "We showed the lady behind the desk Aria's picture and with a little monetary convi
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We started heading out immediately while I pulled out my phone and summoned my men. Giancarlo was the first to arrive at the scene. "Should I get the jet ready to take us back to Queensland?" He asked. "No, not yet." His entire body tensed at my reply. "I’m not going back until I find her." Carlo didn't say a word immediately. He simply shook his head as if telling himself he shouldn't keep quiet. "Some people would question your focus, Capo. This girl, Aria, she doesn't want the union. Why don't you let her be and get settled with a girl that wants to be with you?"I prowled towards him, my movements as dangerous as a panther. Standing less than a foot away from him, I urged him in a daring tone, "Repeat what you just said.""Pietro, you know what I'm trying to-"I grabbed him by the collar and jerked him violently towards me, cutting off his words. He dropped his gaze in surrender, one of the few sane decisions he’d made since Aria's disappearance.
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I shrugged. “Ruthlessness is a great character. You taught me that.” Carlo’s lips twitched in a small smile. It was obvious that he seemed proud of himself. “Aria is in Switzerland. I need eyes on there before we arrive.” “What are we looking for?” Carlo asked.“Any acquaintance of hers over there and why the hell she chose Switzerland out of all the places she could have run to. Also, check for any rich friend of hers that have the funds and capability to make Aria disappear without breaking a sweat. I need to find the stupid boy helping her.” I replied.“It could be a lady that...” He kept shut when he spotted my glare.“Transfer some money into all of her bank accounts. I don’t know the one she currently has access to. But I don’t want her going broke when I don’t even know where she is.” I ordered.Carlo nodded and stepped up to me. He clapped me on the shoulder. The tension between us gone as quickly as it appeared. “I’ll get it done.” He said. “
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