All Chapters of Alan Poza (The mad man of Valencia): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The birds fly high in the sky, some into the clouds and it is the order of nature. The birds belong to the air and their cries either soothed or disturbed our ears, now that's depending on perspective.If the birds fly lower it is about to rain, if they fly without perching there's no dry land, often ignored is the fact that they are pack animals, flocking around each other. The phenomena is known but when there's no bird in the sky and the ones that fly down fly without direction, their wings flapping rapidly, they are scared.Bullets rained down on Vendetta headquarters that was sitting pretty on a green hill in Valencia, Spain. As there was no bird in the sky, there was also no human on ground as the drones hovering over the headquarters took over the whole place, sending down bullets like violent a rain.People scurried around like hell was let loose on them, oh, the doors of hell has opened and Vendetta HQ was the portal that connected to hell.“We are under attack! I repeat we a

A firery redhead woman marched across the busy streets of Manhattan, a willed expression on her face. She resembled something out of a comic book, a grandma that no naughty child wanted to encounter.The woman beside her, an equally firery but a dark haired woman marched along with her, their steps echoing on the pebbles ground as people made way for these two short women to pass.Their faces held nothing but disdain and determination to get to the root of whatever matter they had in mind.The older woman, Lauryn O'Hagan had gone for more than five weeks without hearing from or seeing her grandbabies and all her efforts to reach out to them was abortive, the same goes for her other child, Bridget O'Hagan.Freya had been lost for a total of five months and her mother and sister did everything within their power to find her but very little was within their power but they kept trying, while insisting on taking care of her kids, despite the kids having a living father, whom the women knew

The automatic doors of the magnificent hotel opened to receive guests in. Guests that ranged from people from old money to all sorts of wealthy and influential people in America. It is rumored that to get even a single seat in hotel La Rona was a big deal that took months. That was for the average rich class, big names could do it in one week.Christian Gerard drove his expensive sports car to the entrance of the hotel and handed his key to a tastefully dressed valet before walking into the big establishment with gold halls and banisters.“Reservation for Gerard”, he told the host when he was approached and the man beamed a professional smile at him.“Your lady friend is already here. This way Sir”, the man answered him and lead him to a secluded area of the hotel's restaurant.For the past nine days, Christian had been inviting people to La Rona, mafia Dons and important people in the underworld especially. He was forming a strong alliance with these people though he had met a few wh

It is by this time of the year that the mafia annual ball held. When mafias from different countries came together and wined and dined together, leaving their differences aside, leaving their weapons at home and being at peace with each other. Each year the hosting duties fall on any random mafia, bringing the party to their home and having other mafias fly into that country to attend.It was not a mandatory attendance but not attending it makes one stand out as a threat and could be treated as such by other mafias that attend because they feel like if one cannot let go of their grievances for a few hours, then they are a threat to everyone around them.This time, the French mafia hosted the event. Ever since Madame Chantelle became the Donna of the French mafia, she brought a different style with her, a classier style and she had a knack for throwing memorable parties so when the job fell on her, every other mafia was prepared to show up in style.The hall bustled with elegantly dres

The garden had an earthy smell to it after the rain. Even if it was just a drizzle, once water from the skies touch the soil, it releases a sweet smell, a calming smell that can keep anybody at peace.Dahlia sat on the moist garden ground, admiring flowers and inhaling their sweet smell as she lost herself in the warm cocoon of nature's embrace.Rudolfo came into the garden, a big mango fruit in his hand as he watched his little sister. Whenever he set his eyes on her he felt a pang of sadness and immense guilt. He felt sad for Dahlia because he knew that she will never remain the same, that she had seen the cruelty of this world too early in life. He felt sad for her because she took the death of their brothers the hardest, woke up drenched in sweat and tears and has panic attacks when approached by an adult male that is not him. He felt sad because he knew that the innocent Dahlia had been lost to Christian's cruelty.Guilt is a dangerous feeling that has a poisonous effect because