Chapter 61 Scar parked his motorcycle a little far off from where the guards stood. Using the backdoor, he left, not wanting to attract attention. He's been carrying a big bag which contained a sniper rifle and some other things he had in store just for plan B.He fixed himself at the top of a skyscraping building not so far off from the parking garage. He'd already settled the guards who let him up the roof. The roof had a small room which had just enough room for the night guards to sit. Arranging the rifle in a comfortable position, he sat and positioned the sniper towards the Basilica.“Boy, would you look at that?”He patted the gun playfully.“You are a good toy”He resumed his position, looking through the telescope. The Basilica was always crowded at this time of the year and a lot of people moved around, some taking pictures and others just viewing, taking mental memories of the beautiful building.Asher and the rest were just arriving.“I got us a tour guide. He should meet

Chapter 63“What the?! This m**********er again?!”Garfy recognized the voice and knew it once. He was the guy at the tower from the remembrance party.Garfy charged at Scar and he missed the shot. The bullet hit the glass window of The Basilica. “Oh mio Dio! What was that?”, Ariago exclaimed, his hand to his chest.Gasps and squeals of panic filled the air and a red alarm went off almost immediately.“All visitors, tour guides and other staff must exit the Basilica now. I repeat every man, woman and child in the building must exit the building now. Ripeto, Tutti devono uscire dall'edificio ora.”Emergency staff in the Basilica soon started helping people get to the nearest exits.“Come Signore, we must get you out of here! This is some sort of emergency”“Where's the nearest exit?” Asher asked.“Come with me”The tour guide led them to an exit just down the hallway from where they had been standing. Soon enough they were out in St. Mark's Square. The line outside had dispersed and l

Chapter 65Franrigo shivered as the icy liquid slid down his throat. Fear gripped him as he swallowed hard; his blood felt stagnant from it. Tales of Mafia poisonings echoed in his mind. He'd heard and read stories of how people were poisoned in meetings like this, how that the Mafia never let people slip out without poisoning them either mildly or lethally, how it was the way of the Mafia to poison people so they would be forced to do their bidding, how they carted out bodies on a daily basis. He knew refusing their bidding meant no escape. The chilling reality sank in—he might be entangled in a deadly dance. The sip tasted like a pact with shadows, sealing an unknown fate.Franrigo shook visibly in horror. Why the hell had he even agree to this? He should have trusted the real Davidson. His gut had been poisoned by greed and now he was in this mess, this death trap with no escape. Yup, he'd found himself in shitty business.The Mafia king, a figure of formidable presence, sat uprigh

Chapter 67Franrigo's eyes widened in shock and caution, spitting the content out quickly, his mouth rejecting distastefully. Davidson's hand shook as he'd gulped his and had already taken into his system completely. Podrego laughed, quite amused at their reaction.“Get him the antidote, Credo”Credo brought some yellow powder in a crucible.“Sniff that and you'll be fine”, Podrego said, his hands on the lighter. Davidson was a bit unyielding but his whole body began to vibrate badly.“For real this time.You too, steward”Franrigo rubbed the yellow powder vigorously on his nose, almost throwing up from the smell of the powder. Davidson breathed heavily, his body temperature increasing by the second. His body vibrated frantically and his neck twitched. Franrigo watched him in horror on his feet as he had been alarmed to find Davidson in such a state.“Wh…wh…what's wrong … wh… what's wrong wi…wi…with him?”“He'll be fine amico. Sit down”His body jerked uncontrollably, and he tumbled of

Chapter 69The air in the car smelt the same. It was the same choking odour of marijuana that seemed to be mixed with vapourised whisky. Franrigo put his hand over his mouth, too disgusted to even speak.Davidson on the other hand, was as still as quiet as a mouse. Who could blame him? He recounted several situations in his head, where he had had near death experiences. He was aware that in car rides like this, you had three likely situations- you could either be killed as the dealers may change their mind along the line and break the contract. You could survive attack but survival was a 1% chance. 0.01% of the time, the contract remained. One too many times, Davidson had almost been killed. So he was observant, his eyes moving from bodyguard to driver. Credo sat next to the driver, both with black clothes and shades. Davidson looked at them, noting their every body language, their glances and their mutters. Usually if they either received word to terminate their unsuspecting victims