Chapter 71(Flashback cont'd)Luna got to The Garden.Marco sat at their special place, legs crossed, one atop the other. He smiled on seeing her but Luna kept her face straight. Seated at their cherished spot, Marco crossed his legs, a smile playing on his lips as he beheld Luna. However, her demeanor remained stoic, her face devoid of any reciprocation. The contrast of his warmth against her impassivity hung in the air, casting a subtle tension over their once-shared haven.“What's this about? It better be good”Marco pulled her towards him. “I told you. I missed you”He leaned closer for a kiss but Luna turned her face. She put his hands down gently from her waist, showing him expressly that she wasn't interested. She crossed her hands, taking a pose that added to her serious outlook.“Thought you had something important to say”“I do. Come sit”, he said, taking his former position. He patted the bench in demonstration but Luna remained standing.“Stubborn as always”“Is this all

Chapter 73“I don't know why I went Benny. I felt so lonely after that day. He didn't call, he didn't even text.”, Luna said, the incoming tears choking her voice. She cleared her throat and raised her head, trying desperately and failing to push back the already streaming tears.“So?”She let out another sigh.“So when he finally texted, I … I.. was angry at first but I just decided to umm… I decided to umm… you know, hear him out. And .. so I took the smaller car cause I knew you'd be upset if you knew.”She paused to use the handkerchief in her hand.“When I… when I got there. He…”, she said, gulping down her initial words. “We had another fight. He wasn't willing to apologise for his actions. He just wanted to… you know… emotionally blackmail me into coming back to him. The insecure bastard really thought I would never get out of the spot where he put me..”“He's more than a bastard, trust me”Luna laughed a little, her heart unlightened. “I blurted out that he was selfish and

Chapter 75“Let's not get messy gentlemen. I believe we can reach a comfortable position for a deal”Andrea smirked, taking his seat. Podrego took his seat as well, not taking his eyes off Andrea. “Gentlemen. Once again let us be reminded of the common goal here. The target is Emilio Rodriguez and we desire to eliminate his existence. Now Andrea, The re della Mafia is the king of the Mafia. He controls the affairs of every Mafia Group in the state. It's his duty to get it done and that, il mio amico, is a position that cannot be shared. Remember gentlemen, that we work with time. That essentiality is the only thing we can preserve when we work together.”Andrea looked at Marco, his eyes raised. Silence enveloped them and the shuffling of feet was the only sound echoing in the vast empty room.“Very well. Like I said earlier, I'll pay my respects”“Good. Have we reached a common ground 'Re della?”Podrego adjusted his suit. He tapped the charred end of the cigar on the table and lit i

Chapter 77The Maston Incorp was a skyscraper building with at least 30 floors. Its architecture was one of a kind with an open roof as the topmost floor. In the expansive frontage they had, Sasha walked majestically with her block heels, folders in hand and jacket on her shoulder. The automatic door opened just as she approached it. “Good morning ma'am”, Sasha said as she came to the receptionist office.“Morning”, the receptionist said brightly. “How can I help you?”“I'm here for the interview”Oh”, the receptionist said, looking through her files.“What position please?”“Personal assistant and secretary. Administrative affairs.”“Oh okayyyy. Let me just get the document up on my computer.”She opened the Doc file and scrolled through then many updated documents.“Administrative affairs… administrative affairs.”, She said as she scrolled.Are you… ummm…?”“Sasha Bills”“Sasha…”, she strained her eyes, peering into the computer almost too closely.Sasha watched the receptionist wi

Chapter 79Davidson pulled the suitcase out from under the bed. Placing it on the center table hurriedly, he unlocked the suitcase. He laughed in delight as he beheld the mints of euros still as crisp as the day the Mafia had given them.Just then, the door flung open. Davidson closed the box hurriedly, his hands going quickly behind his back in alert. But it was only Franrigo.“Damn Rigo, knock”“Dovrei bussare? (I should knock?). Are you high again, Davidson? We share this room”“Please, endeavor to lock the doors”, he said, mimicking Franrigo's accent. “And don't be a pain in the ass.”Franrigo ignored him, his attention on the locks. He drew the little rods and clipped them, ensuring the door was tight before diverting his attention from the door to Davidson and the suitcase on the table.“What are you doing, Davidson?”Davidson had a wide, excited smile on his face.“You see this, Franrigo?”, he said, waving a stack of euros at Franrigo.“You see this? And this”“What is your po