"How the hell did they know where we were?" Monica asked as we moved away from the fence. "I don't think we should be worrying about that now," Chris said. He kept on reaching for his pocket, as if he had carried a weapon. "What are you—""Shhh—" Chris laid a finger on her lips and pointed down the streets. Two armed men were slowly coming in their direction. It was only thanks to the long shadows that they had stayed hidden. "Let's go the other way." Chris pulled Monica by the arm and went the opposite direction. The plan was to turn to the other side of the building and make a quick escape. "How many things are you hiding from us? How did you know all this?" Monica whispered. "I'm a quick learner," Chris replied. He grinned at her for a second, and failed to see the man sneaking up behind him at the corner of the bush. "Look out!" Monica brought out her gun and the silencer clicked twice when she pressed the trigger twice. The man fell to the ground, but his finger laid on th

They all stood before Michael in his study. Yvonne has already gone home because it was quite late. "So what do you have for me? Let's start with Monica, how did it go? I heard you went to spy on Arthur? Tell me how it went," Michael asked. Monica took a deep breath and narrated everything that had happened, and how Arthur was dealing with the Italian Mafia right under their nose. Chris and Monica listened attentively, not that they hadn't heard it before either. "He plans to take you and Thomas Bolton out for the Mafia to pay his debt," Monica concluded. "I see," Michael said. He laid his hand on his chin and turned towards Rose. "Arthur is quite desperate. It seems like he won't be able to pay the amount he is owing them and he is under pressure from my brother. Have you found anything from the elevator accident?" Rose answered. "No sir. Only that the new equipment was swapped for the old one. We couldn't catch the perpetrators, but there were traces left behind. Several regist

"Apparently, he used his new power to form a group, and it became successful. That group is called the black spider today, and they are involved in a lot of things. Import, export, Legal and Illegal casinos, hotels and drug trafficking, shares in numerous companies. He definitely made an empire for himself." Michael nodded. Chris folded his arms and looked at the floor. He didn't expect his family problems to be that bad. Monica pressed his arm warmly and smiled at him. "As for me, I used the money to invest in a lot of deals. This city was small then, but then there were a lot of businesses flocking in, just about the time Chris was born," he sighed. "My investments proved successful, and I helped start the empire I own now.""Where's my mother's grave?" Chris asked. Michael looked at Chris longingly. He decided that his son has a good reason to see his family's grave. "It's in her hometown, up north. I will take you to see it someday.""I would love to see it soon," Chris affirm

Thomas Bolton sat in his dimly lit study, his eyes fixed on the monitor in front of him. He was watching Arthur, Chris, Monica, Rose, and Mabel as they brainstormed their plan to take down the Scuro Lancia Mafia. The camera was hidden in a vase, and it provided a clear view of the living room. Thomas chuckled at the screen. "Arthur you lying bastard."Thomas had instructed his men to install the camera in Arthur's home a few days ago, anticipating that Arthur would try to gather allies to take down the mafia, or try to do something against him. A sly smile spread across his face as he listened to their conversation. They thought they were so clever, but they had no idea what they were up against. Thomas had been playing a long game, manipulating events from behind the scenes. He had orchestrated the loan, the scam, and even the ultimatum. And now, he was watching as Arthur and his new allies tried to take down the Scuro Lancia Mafia. The scuro lancia, were just pawns playing in hi

The morning of the following day, Victor understood that something was wrong. He stared out the window, and saw two parked vans below the hotel. Five men, obviously Mafia members stood there, looking up at the building. He had no doubts that they were Mafia members. Victor's mind raced as he quickly realized that they must have discovered his location. He was compromised. He had to act fast, or risk being caught and killed.The bartender had that Cafe must have blown the whistle. This meant that the Scuro Lancia was more involved in this town than he realized. Without hesitation, Victor grabbed his bag and quickly made his way out of the hotel room. He knew he had to ditch the hotel and start his mission from somewhere else. He brought his cap out of the bag and put on his sunglasses. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror and nodded. As he made his way down the stairs, Victor could feel the eyes of the Mafia members on him. He knew he had to move quickly, before they realized