The next day, as the world outside slumbered under the cloak of night, and Romeo found himself ensnared in the clutches of a haunting dream. A dream that felt more like a descent into the darkest recesses of his subconscious mind.In this nightmare, he wandered through a desolate landscape cloaked in shadows, the air was thick with an oppressive silence that seemed to suffocate him. The only sound was the hollow echo of his own footsteps against the cold, hard ground.Suddenly, a piercing cry shattered the stillness, sending shivers down Romeo's spine. He whirled around, heart pounding in his chest, only to find himself face to face with the spectral form of his deceased neonate daughter.Her once innocent face was twisted into a grotesque mask of agony, her eyes empty voids that seemed to devour the very essence of his soul. And her voice, oh her voice, it dripped with malice and contempt as she spoke."Father," she whispered, her words a chilling whisper that slithered through th
As the voice echoed through the shadows, a figure emerged, commanding the room with an air of authority and menace. Don Frago stepped into the light, his presence looming large over the hospital room.Cloaked in a brown long coat that billowed behind him, his neatly ironed trousers spoke of meticulous attention to detail. A golden chain adorned his neck, its pendant bearing the insignia of a dragon, a symbol of power and dominance. In his hand, he carried a golden cane with the head of a dragon, a menacing reminder of his authority as a dangerous mafia boss.Flanked by two tough-looking men, their faces etched with stoic determination, Don Frago exuded an aura of danger that seemed to permeate the very air around him.With a single glance, he silenced the room, his steely gaze fixed on Romeo with unwavering intensity. "Leave us alone," he ordered the medical staffs, his voice a low growl that brooked no argument.The nurses and the doctor, sensing the palpable tension in the air, s
Romeo's world seemed to spin as he stared at the severed head of Stanley, with his mind reeling with disbelief and horror. Every memory of laughter and camaraderie both he and Stanley had shared within the grim walls of Yunche prison now twisted into a sickening knot of despair and rage."How dare you, how dare you Don Frago," Romeo's voice quivered with a raw intensity, his words laced with venomous hatred. "How dare you take the innocent life, of such a young fella. Do you have any idea what his loved ones would think if he is found dead?"Tears welled up in Romeo's eyes, their crimson hue reflecting the fiery storm raging within him. Stanley's face, once full of life and mischief, now stared back at him with empty eyes, a silent accusation against the cruelty of fate.The harsh realities of life, the injustices he had witnessed within the unforgiving walls of Yunche prison, flooded Romeo's senses, overwhelming him with a sense of despair and helplessness.Don Frago, however, rema
Don Frago's smirk widened as he watched the realization dawn on Romeo's face. With a calculated flourish, he produced his phone once more, tapping away at the screen with a smug confidence. "Perhaps you need further clarity, Romeo," Don Frago drawled, with his voice dripping with amusement as he turned the screen towards Romeo once again.Romeo's heart sank as he watched the footage unfold before him. This time, the scene was clearer, and the images were more defined. This new footage showed how masked, presumably Don Frago's men surrounded Stanley in a dimly lit closet, their brutal assault relentless as they rained down blows upon the teenager with clubs and batons.A gasp escaped Romeo's lips as he watched in horror, with his fists clenching reflexively at his sides. But his shock turned to disbelief as something fell from Stanley's grasp amidst the chaos—a small leather bag, identical to the one Don Frago had shown him moments before.The realization hit Romeo like a sledgeham
Four days later, Romeo found himself sitting in the back of a cab, the city streets passing by in a blur as he made his way to Anna Hickey's house. Anxiety gnawed at his insides, his mind consumed with thoughts of what awaited him at his destination.He pulled out his phone, fingers trembling slightly as he scrolled through his contacts, searching for Anna's name. He dialed her number repeatedly, each ring going unanswered, his frustration mounting with each failed attempt."Come on, Anna, pick up," he muttered under his breath, desperation creeping into his voice as he tried again and again to reach her.But still, there was no response, no indication that Anna was even aware of his calls. Romeo's brow furrowed in frustration, his mind racing with worry and confusion.For two weeks now, Anna had been absent from his life and her absence weighed heavily on his mind. He had expected her to visit him at the Yunche prison facility, to offer him comfort and support in his time of need
"How could you do this to me after all I have done for you! After our time together!" Romeo's voice rose to a crescendo, laced with anguish and fury, his words echoed off the walls of the room like thunder.The man Anna was entangled with frowned deeply, his expression contorted with anger and malevolence. With a sudden surge of rage, he lunged forward, with eyes that blazed with fury. "And who the fuck do you think you are to slap such a renowned figure as Anna Hickey in such a manner? Have you gone bonkers?" he spat, his voice was dripping with venom.But Romeo, consumed by a tempest of emotions, refused to back down from the chubby man's seeming verbal assault. With a steely resolve, he met the man's gaze head-on, his jaw clenched with determination.In one swift motion, Romeo's hand shot out, delivering a dirty slap across the man's cheek with such force that the sound reverberated through the room like a crack of lightning. The chubby man staggered backward, his hand flying to
With the chubby man lying motionless on the ground, Romeo's attention shifted towards Anna. His gaze, filled with a volatile mixture of hate, rage, and malevolence, bore into her trembling form. Anna's eyes widened in terror as she met Romeo's gaze, her expression pleading for mercy, but he seemed impervious to her silent pleas.As Romeo advanced towards her, his movements exuded an air of menace, each step echoing with the weight of his fury. Anna's heart raced in her chest, her breaths shallow and labored as she braced herself for what was to come.With a swift and decisive motion, Romeo's hand swung out, aiming to deliver another punishing slap. "You witch," he spat, his voice dripping with venomous disdain.Anna recoiled instinctively, turning her cheek and squinting her eyes in anticipation of Romeo's impending strike. The air crackled with tension as the moment hung suspended in time, the sound of their breathing the only soundtrack to the impending violence.And there, in t
Two days had elapsed since the painful severance of ties with Anna Hickey, leaving Romeo, the indomitable prince, to retreat into the seclusion of his luxurious abode within the barracks. Here, amidst the trappings of his station and the solitude of his thoughts, he sought refuge in the oblivion of sleep, a temporary escape from the turmoil that besieged his waking hours. However, even in sleep, peace eluded him, for his subconscious mind was still a battleground for his deepest fears and unhealed wounds.As the night deepened, a sinister silence enveloped the room, the kind that precedes the storm. It was within this eerie stillness that Romeo found himself plunged into a nightmare, more vivid and terrifying than any he had experienced before.He was standing in a dimly lit, derelict room, the walls dripping with moisture and the air thick with the smell of decay. The only light emanated from a flickering candle, casting long, grotesque shadows that seemed to writhe and twist on