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
Victor sat in the plane, his eyes fixed on the clouds below as he flew towards the city. He has made some quick inquiries and gotten the last plane ticket to the Kingston. He had a mission to complete, and he couldn't afford to waste anymore time. As the plane landed, Victor quickly made his way through the airport, his eyes scanning the crowds for any signs of trouble.He didn't expect anyone to recognize him, because the last time he was here was more than ten years ago. Once he was clear of the airport, Victor hailed a taxi and headed towards the city center. He knew the Scuro Lancia Mafia was based in the city, and he needed to gather as much information as possible before making his move.As the taxi drove through the city streets, Victor took in the sights and sounds of the bustling metropolis. He had been here before, but this time he was on a mission. The taxi dropped him off in front of a small café, and Victor got out, his eyes scanning the area. He knew the Scuro Lancia
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
Sarah's phone buzzed on her desk, breaking the silence of her penthouse. She was working out in the gym and heard the notification. She wiped her sweat off with a towel and walked to the screen. She looked down at the screen, her heart racing as she saw the notification. "Don Martini has been killed by an unknown source," the message read.Sarah's eyes widened as she stared at the screen. She had been tracking Don Martini's movements for weeks. She had been trying to understand the way he ooperatedso she could tell Chris and the others. She quickly stood up from her chair, her mind racing with questions. Who could have done it? Was it a rival mafia family? Or was it something more sinister? There might be several enemies that wanted to kill him, but the timing was wrong. It just had to be when they watching him. Sarah knew she had to act fast. She couldn't let Don Martini's death go uninvestigated. She quickly grabbed her phone and dialed a Rose, her eyes fixed on the screen as sh
Thomas Bolton sat in his office, his eyes fixed on the newspaper in front of him. The headline read "Don Martini Assassinated" and Thomas couldn't believe his eyes. He had always thought of Don Martini as a formidable pawn in his plans, someone who was untouchable. But now, it seemed that he had been killed easily. Thomas couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise and curiosity. Who could have done it? And how did they manage to get past Don Martini's security?"Jensen!" Thomas called on the phone. He called his men into his office, a group of rough-looking individuals who were used to getting their hands dirty. "I want you to find out who killed Don Martini and Marco," Thomas said, his voice firm. "I want to know who did it and how they did it."His men nodded, their faces set with determination. But as they left his office, Thomas couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Don Martini was a powerful man, with connections all over the city. It didn't make sense that so
The news of Don Martini's death traveled far and wide, spreading like wildfire through the city's underworld. It was a shocking turn of events, and many were left shocked in its wake. But not Arthur.When he heard the news, a smile spread across his face. He wouldn't have to pay the debt he owed to him again. He was a free man. The days of Marco coming each evening to terrorize him was over. "Ah, finally," Arthur thought to himself. "That man was a thorn in my side for far too long. Imposing his ambitions on me. Serves him right."But who could have done it? The only thing that came to head, was Chris Bolton. That's right, the Bolton boy was the one who came to him with a proposition. Arthur could understand if they hadn't told him their plans, because he knew they despised him. But he would have to thank them nonetheless. He was already turning out marured. The young man's cunning and skill. Despite his reluctance to thank Chris, Arthur knew he had to make the call. He couldn't
The atmosphere in Michael Bolton's household was eerily calm, like the stillness before a hurricane hit. Chris couldn't shake off the feeling that it was the calm before the storm, that his father would act in the most explosive way. And that was true on one side. Michael had been planning his next move, gathering his forces and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.Chris was summoned to his father's study, where he found Monica and Rose already seated. Michael's expression was grave, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. The air was thick with tension, and Chris could feel the weight of his father's gaze on him."Chris, I need to tell you something," Michael began, his voice low and serious. "You know how Thomas and I have been at odds for a while now? Well, it's about to get a lot worse."Chris nodded, his heart racing with anticipation. He had suspected that things would come to a head eventually, but he hadn't expected it to be this soon."This is the beginning of a tough
Thomas stood at the shooting range, his revolver held steady in his hand. He was a man on a mission, his focus solely on the target in front of him. He had always been a skilled marksman, and years of practice had only honed his skills.As he fired shot after shot, his accuracy was impeccable. The bullets hit their mark with precision and the target shredded to pieces. Thomas's eyes narrowed, his mind focused on the task at hand.But despite his calm exterior, Thomas's mind was seething with anger. He had received reports of the damage done to his shipment, and while he had smiled it off coolly, deep down, his blood was raging and boiling.His brother, Michael, had dealt him a significant blow, and Thomas was determined to retaliate. He would not rest until he had inflicted greater damage, until he had made Michael pay for his audacity.As he continued to shoot, Thomas's anger slowly rose to his head, his murderous intent growing with each passing moment. He could feel it coursing thr