Semua Bab The Mafia's Redemption : Bab 61 - Bab 70

MarcoThe blaring sirens. The hands behind those wheels. All seems like a wild dream, as I we drive far away from the scene. “We were lucky to find your look alike. I still don't understand how you managed to get on the papers,” Andrey says. And surprisingly, he doesn't make it a big deal. I'm quiet at the backseat, with Nina. Embarrassing. Fucking embarrassing to be saved by someone like him.One way or another, he'll make me pay. Nothing's ever free. Nina is resting on my laps while I stare vaguely at the windows , seeing my faded reflection and the moving trees. He's still talking. Maybe scolding. Or gloating. But the thought of being saved by my brother only makes me certain how much work I need to do on myself and what task lay ahead of me as a payback for his favor. I've to grow out of all of their shadows. And be a self-made boss. I can't keep depending on them for help.The car, as well as its surroundings, is quiet now. We are way past the cops.“They'll still find me.

MarcoIn the thick haze I make my way inside the collapsing structure, choking from the outrageous smoke. My legs suddenly develop a mind of its own as I run into the wreckage not minding the flames ahead.“Sarah!”My voice is quenched by the raging flame and it feels like a arrow hit me when I step on something big. It's a body.In dread I pull it out, my heart breaking with every pull. The burn is a lot, but not enough to disfigure the facial features as I recognize who it is.Clara.What if Sarah is in there too?How did they find them here?As the walls of the house continue to crumble, the flames going up and darkening the bright clouds immediately, I escape, before I get trapped. I stare again at the wreck from a distance and something in me tells me Sarah isn't there. She can't be. Getting back in my car, I zoom off back to my captive in a druken speed. I needed an outlet for my rage and Luca is my best bet. I see blood footprints from the ground floor up until the last flo

MarcoWas it just Sarah's voice I heard?Did she just tell me her location? A few hours flight and I have the opportunity to see her. To keep her. To claim her.How did she manage to contact me? Andrey watches me with the corner of his eyes as I join back into the meeting, adjusting my belt as though i went to use the restroom. The board have been considering recruiting more soldiers to our number. As tradition, it is important that both sons of the late Sidorov be present. After the meeting, one of us will be next in line.For some reasons, I'm not as covetous as I was of my father's position. But now that I see how power-hungry Andrey could get, for my freedom, it has to be me. Or a total stranger. “Is everything all right?” one of the capos asks me as I resume my seat.I nod a positive response but in all honesty, I'm also seeking for an excuse to be out of here.I return Andrey's look as his phone beeps in front of him.I just sent him a text, “I have to go. Let's wrap up.”He

SarahI feel bad for what I'm about to do but there's little to no choice left. It's my last chance to finally get rid of these shadows that hunts me.One after the other. My little way of finally finding redemption from every association of the Mafia world.Luca, Don Joe. Shawn... Everyone of them.And Now Marco. I've to start from somewhere, now that I know that the Sidorovs are a big part of all my father faced when he was alive. I pretend to be weak as I feel his beards caress my face when he places a kiss on my forehead.My heart beats faster as we approach the address.The apartment is fake and it was the plan of my boss.I didn't tell him how I intend to bring his target, but he assured me of a promotion after I sent evidence of Marco's presence in my area. No one has to know i knew him all along.“I think we're almost there,” he whispers above me. He's probably speaking to the driver or himself. I steal a fast look before he resumes his gaze on me. I'm pretending to have fa

Sarah“You don’t remember me?” he asks, adjusting the strap of a brown leather bag hung around his shoulders.“I don’t,” I reply, looking out for an empty seat around. But he stops me and blocks my view.“You are as good as alone now. If you know what’s god for you, don’t try to play smart.”I see a weapon in his pocket as he pulls out something from his bag. “Do you know this person? Apologies, that’s not even a question. Where is he?”It is a picture of Shawn, and another face. I know this person is definitely someone from my past. Although it’s hard to tell if he’s from the enemy’s side.“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never seen these faces.”He claps his hands and begins to laugh deeply, drawing attention from otuer passengers.“Isn't she funny guys?” he turns to them and back to me. His grin condensing immediately into a frown. “Good joke, Maria Giovanni. Now answer the question.”He pulls in closer to me, his pistol now in his hands as he runs the muzzle over my