Addison woke up with a headache that feels like cracking her head in two. She groaned in pain as she tried to move. Her body was too weak. She can’t open her eyes and she feels like her entire world is spinning around. Her gut hurt and she wanted to throw up but can’t seem to do it. Again, she tried to move, but to no avail. Panic rattled her very core. Why can't she move her body?Using the remaining strength that she has, she opened her eyes only to be welcomed by darkness. As she scanned the room that she was in, she found she was in a room with no windows at all. The single bulb hung from the ceiling, flickered, the only thing that gave light to the dim room.She tried to move again, but couldn’t. When she looked down at herself, she just realized that she was bound to a chair. The reason she can't move was the rope that had her body tied down. ‘That’s when she knew she was abducted. Memories came in like a flash of lightning, filling her head with the memories from last nigh
It was exactly twelve at midnight when the woman opened her eyes and listened to any noise around her. She had been pretending that she was asleep for the past three hours until all of her co-workers call it a night. She waited for another hour before she slowly rose from the bed she was using in the maid’s quarter. She shared the room with two other maids, which made it hard for her to work her plans on the mansion. And she needed to be very careful. She just found out that all the secret cameras she installed were gone. She suspected the Morellis had found it, but they just kept it to themselves. Clever. That’s how she described the heir. She regretted she could not get a photo of him when he came back to the mansion. He just stayed one night in the mansion and then left. She has no idea where he is right now, which made her boss pissed. Now, the boss had given her a new assignment. This time, she has to make sure this will not be discovered. Ever so slowly, she got out of bed a
Addie sucked in a deep breath as she woke up. Her heart was beating wildly as blood rushed through her veins and air filled her lungs. She just had one of the worst nightmares in her life. Her eyes widened in shock. She held both of her hands in her chest as she scanned the place that she was in. Dim lights, the closet was open, and the clothes were scattered on the floor. The windows were closed and the lampshade on the nightstand was the only illumination in her room. She was in her bed, in her room. Relief washed over her, and confusion took over her senses. “What was that?” she asked herself. “Was it just a fucking dream?” She wiped the beads of sweat that rolled on her forehead. Did she think about Salvatorre Morelli too much that her subconscious brain tricked her? But he was not in her dream, but she thought he was there. “What the fuck was that?” she cursed silently, still catching her breath. But it feels so true. A silky black car was tailing her. Her apartment r
The Morelli mansion was alive. Everyone was busy cleaning the entire house. The kitchen wafted delicious foods, and everyone was frantic as the visitor would soon be arriving. Lights and tables were set up in the garden, making it look more amazing than it was before. Butler John was observing every worker, making sure that all their jobs were properly done. There’s no room for mistakes this time. The boss had made it clear that he doesn’t want any sabotage, for he will surely punish every living soul in the mansion if anything goes wrong during the visit of an old friend. The Mancinis will be visiting Emiliano Morelli. Cassius Mancini is the boss of the Mancini Crime family, one of the largest mafia clans in New York. They rule together with all the other clans, and they literally control the state, everything in it. The politicians, business, military and other illegal activities in the black market. But no matter how powerful the Mancinis were, they could never surpass what th
It has been days since Abbie was abducted, and she has not yet got over to the fact that she barely remembered what happened to her during those hours. Until now, she was still jumpy and a little paranoid about black cars and suspicious men, even in public places. For now, the safest for Abbie is her workplace, which comprises many journalists and reporters. She thought those people wouldn’t do anything in front of many reporters. She was absorbed in her work when one of her co-workers, Shane, rolled her swivel chair towards Abbie and leaned on the partition that separates their cubicle. Shane was one of the few people in The Sentinel that talks to her. Abbie understands that nobody wants to be friends with someone who published articles online recklessly. They don’t want the dangers that accompany her. “You know what? I heard talks, Addie.” Addie was snatched from her current work-in-progress and turned to look at Shane, who has an excited face. She was grinning from ear to ear.
On her way home, Addie keeps on thinking about what Kirk told her. She still can’t believe that Salvatorre Morelli contacted Gaile to do an exclusive interview for her paper. Envy clawed her. She has been working on the article all her life, she even risked her safety just so she could get the actual footage when someone sabotage the party hosted by the Morellis. She glanced up at her rearview mirror to check if there were any black cars following her. Call her paranoid, but she had been like that ever since she got abducted by unknown men. She didn’t bother to report to the police station. It would be futile. She knew everything will be erased from the system once she leaves the police station. That’s how powerful the Morellis are. Addie eased her car and parked it outside her apartment. It was still early, but she left the office already because she was pissed with Kirk and Gaile. But the person she hated right now was Salvatorre Morelli. He mocked her by giving Gaile permission
Simon parked his car in front of the shabby house of the retired police officer who handled the investigation of his mother’s death decades ago. It was a cold case, the investigation lead to a dead end, and no culprit was convicted. They didn’t even have the slightest idea as to who was the true mastermind of that ambush. It was one of the reasons why his father developed depression. The pointless investigation that lasted years was truly exhausting. Justice was out of their grasp. Even though they had the money to move the investigation, it was like all traces of evidence were discarded before they could even get hold of it, and one of those is the cameras that captured the ambush. The cameras were broken, and it was only fixed the day after the ambush happened. It was too much of a coincidence, and Simon knew that someone as powerful as the Morellis were manipulating it. He scanned the area, looking for someone who might be lurking in the shadows. The place was in a secluded rura
Simon peaked at the window one more time. The black car with a tinted window was still parked just outside the house of John Graham. He didn’t see any movement on the inside of the car. Good thing there was only one car. The premises were clear, and no other suspicious-looking cars or persons were seen. “These fuckers will not stop until you stop, Morelli. They had been silent when you put attention to the case. Now that you wanted to dig more about the case, the mastermind of that ambush will try to cover it and this might cost your life.” John was standing behind Simon at the curtained window. John had made sure all the entry points of the house were sealed, and if these people will try to intrude on his house, he will not fire his guns. He will not let these fuckers get to him alive, he will fight until the last breath. Simon gritted his teeth. Now he regretted coming to John Graham. Whatever happens to the old man, it will be on his conscience for the rest of his life. Simon