Semua Bab The Tonali Brothers: Attractive and Dangerous.: Bab 71 - Bab 80

In the three hours (and a bit more) that Ciro had been investigating Derek, he had found absolutely nothing about him, he was a ghost. He was somewhat relieved to know that he didn't belong to any police force, but there was still the lurking possibility that he was a member of some organized crime gang. Perhaps he was a lackey of Voslov's who had sent him to investigate his precious Bethany further and she could have unburdened her sorrows to him, possibly even told him the truth in an attempt to help him.He slammed the lid of his laptop shut and pushed that catastrophic thought out of his mind. Voslov couldn't be such an idiot as to challenge the Tonali brothers; starting with life.-Ciro. - His wife called from the entrance to his office. The man looked up at her. - Can I come in? I want to talk to you."Sure, go ahead," the Italian agreed, trying to tone down his temper.Bethany entered the room with a soft step, feeling helpless. In that of

A small, not at all luxurious car parked on the sidewalk in front of Michael's house. A couple of men got out of it, dressed in tracksuits and tank tops, giving the impression that they had just come from the gym. They greeted the neighbors they passed very politely, and walked to the entrance. No one would suspect them; at first glance they seemed to be good people, and the ease and naturalness with which they entered Michael's house made one believe that they were acquaintances of the neighbor.- Check back. I'll take care of these areas. - One of the men ordered the other.            He put on gloves and began to open drawers and move objects around. Ciro had given them precise instructions: to collect everything they could find, whether it was revealing or not. The Italian wanted to know who Derek was. Who his family was, what he did for a living, what size shoe size he wore... He wanted to know everything. Bu

It was midnight and Michael was lying under a bridge in a little-frequented square in Florence. As soon as he heard about the raid on his house by Ciro's men, he grabbed a bag in which he packed a few cans of food and two changes of clothes, and he disappeared into the streets, wanting to hide from the Tonali brothers. He had played with fire, and now the fire was burning everything. He had to be careful not to get engulfed by the flames, so he got rid of all his identifications: fake and real; also cards, checks and his cell phone, any device that could put him on their radar.The money he had was enough to survive a few weeks, but sooner or later it would run out. He had to find a quick solution and that would be his employer: James Beghue. As soon as he agreed to his blackmail and paid the forty-eight million dollars he was asking for to hand over the information he had gathered. James was a man desperate to find out about his wife, so he was guaranteed that he would pay him whateve

Bethany had been craving a latte, so she decided to go down from the bedroom to the kitchen. Ciro had left for some time, somewhere she didn't know, and he still hadn't arrived.He entered the kitchen, which was completely empty. The maids had already left for their respective homes when they finished their work shift. He prepared his drink very slowly, not wanting the rush to spoil its good taste. Latte coffee was his favorite. Its flavor brought back family memories that stirred his nostalgic sense. He drank it out of a kind of masochism.She made a face of disgust when she saw Brahim entering, thinking she was alone. The man leaned his right shoulder against the edge of the entrance and prepared to look at her with seductive airs. Seeing that Bethany was not fazed by his eagerness, he took the initiative to approach her and moved one of her locks of hair away from her face."What do you think you're doing?" She asked as if it were the strangest thing anyone had ever done to her."W

After leaving Michael's house, Ciro, with disgust making his blood boil, was about to arrive home, however, he was not ready to face his wife. What would he say to her? How would she react? This last question was what scared him the most. He had never reacted violently to her, not even the first time of her infidelity, but he was not sure he could handle it as well now. This time he felt like his soul was being squeezed and all he wanted was to destroy something with his fists, until he saw them bleeding and raw, and his anger flowing out through his wounds, they had to be huge openings.            He stopped at a pole dance without being completely aware of what he was doing. His mind was only focused on revenge, as it could not be otherwise considering what he did. He sat at one of the tables to watch the women dressed in lingerie dance on the pole. He ordered a bottle of rum that he intended to drink