Semua Bab I'm In Love With A Criminal: Bab 101 - Bab 110

"So did you take care of him, or not?""A body went to the morgue, but when I checked, it wasn't Eugene Belmonte. Seems he got out alive.""Damn, what a waste. It was almost done."Pol, who had recently lost one of his men to Belmonte, struck his knee with a disappointed face."Even though we failed, who knows what'll happen next time. The Belmontes must have been scared out of their wits this time.""Of course. And it was a truck, wasn't it? I wonder if Giovanni had a heart attack."The men laughed raucously."But whose handiwork was this?"Someone suddenly asked. The room went quiet."It wasn't me."Said Pol, who had been assigned to eliminate Tony Rico. The remaining underbosses each shook their heads or shrugged. Then someone with a subtle expression spoke."It was a truck, wasn't it? A truck and Giovanni's son. A good combination.""I've thought about that too. But isn't it too sloppy for Valentine's style? I've never heard of Valentine taking action and failing. If he had steppe

Eugene looked in the direction Valentine was looking. A large truck was coming in the darkness. The truck drew closer and closer. But Eugene couldn't move. Somehow, he was sitting in the back seat of a car.Eugene looked forward. The driver's seat was empty. The passenger seat was empty too. Eugene was alone in the car.He turned his head. The truck had reached right in front of him. He could hear the rumbling sound of the truck's massive engine. His hair stood on end.Eugene saw Valentine standing beside the truck that was now right in front of him. He smiled.The truck collided with Eugene's car. The car body was instantly crushed, and the truck's wheels trampled Eugene. The vivid sounds of his body, bones, and skull breaking and being crushed echoed clearly."It was an unfortunate accident."Valentine muttered as he watched. His ice-blue eyes were smiling."Gasp!!!"Eugene woke with a gasp. He saw the ceiling of the hospital room with the swaying tree branch shadows. It was a dream

The plans for quick hit-and-run killings while avoiding law enforcement were cautious, meticulous, and cunning. Everyone thoroughly investigated and planned everything. Eugene once again confirmed that these mafia groups were highly specialized criminal organizations.Meanwhile, the funeral preparations were progressing smoothly. Since the two men had died protecting him, Eugene couldn't help but pay special attention to the funeral. Perhaps noticing this, or perhaps having planned it all along, Angelo Casani, the underboss and father of the driver, came to Eugene with several of his son's suits."...You want me to choose one?""Yes."Angelo Casani nodded as he laid out several suits his son had worn in life. On the table were not only suits but also shirts and ties."Wouldn't it be better for the parents to choose?""My son would be happy if you chose for him, young master. My wife also wanted to make the same request.""Your wife too?""I inherited my current position from my father

Eugene looked at himself in the mirror. His face appeared unusually pale against his black clothes. It was thanks to the lingering effects of his concussion—he'd vomited heavily that morning and the delayed muscle pain had kept him awake all night.Turning away from the mirror, Eugene approached the table. On it lay a strong, hot coffee alongside the revolver he had received from Don Luciano. Eugene first gulped down the strong coffee. Today marked the beginning of the war between Belmonte and Luciano. It would be an extraordinarily long day, so he needed to consume plenty of caffeine. After emptying the coffee cup completely, Eugene finally tucked the revolver into his waistband.Since it would be troublesome if anything happened to the organization's top three leaders during the war, Giovanni Belmonte, Tony Rico, and Fredo Codiseri did not attend the funeral. Eugene was there in their place. With the symbolic importance of the Belmonte name, he could maintain the family's dignity wh

Weeeeeeeeeeee.New York was engulfed in police sirens.Reports flooded in of simultaneous shootouts across New York—Little Italy, Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Long Island, as well as Coney Island and Staten Island. Police dispatched to the scenes discovered sites of serious gunfights, leading to requests for backup.Most of the shootout locations were Belmonte Family businesses. At scenes bloody with hundreds or thousands of shell casings, there were no bodies, let alone injured or survivors. The NYPD easily recognized that a war had broken out between New York mafia families. Judging that they needed to contain the situation, the NYPD dispatched patrol cars to previously identified Belmonte direct operations. At this point, all police personnel had already been mobilized. But this was just the beginning."Damn it! Those good-for-nothing Belmontes!"A man covered in blood slammed the table. He was part of one of the groups attacking Belmonte businesses and had barely escaped alone after l