The old warehouse was crowded with men that were heavily guarded with high powered firearms. The building was situated in one of Dominico’s secret properties. It served it’s purpose as torture place to those who dared to betray him. Yes, the meek and considerate Simon was slowly sinking into the depths of his heart, and Dominico was now in the rule. Manuel Mancini and Dominico agreed to meet in this place to discuss whatever Mancini wanted to discuss with him. Dominico agreed but he wanted to be the host of their meeting. Manuel kept on pacing back and forth, not caring at the men that were eyeing on him. He was beyond anxious and more than enraged. He needed to talk to Dominico Galvante and convince him to help him with his problem. His hands were trembling and cold. “Where the fuck is he?” He snarled at one of the huge men. He was the largest man among the guards in the warehouse, and very tall too. Manuel glared at him, not minding his size. Manuel was confident enough with
Chapter 158Manuel Mancini was in rage. He was being humiliated with what Dominico Galvante had done to him. He was really expecting that man could help him in his problems, but it turned out that he was just being played. Manuel balled his fist as he exited the old, abandoned building. Mauro was walking behind him. "Fuck that man. He will regret doing this to me!" He cursed as he walked fast. His whole body was shaking in full rage. Now, he has nowhere to go to ask for help. He's a dead meat now if his father will know what happened to their buildings. And also that transfer of funds that he still can't trace. Someone wants him out of the picture. "Coward bastard!" He spatted. He kicked an empty can on his way out of the building. But as soon as he emerged to the rusty doors of the old building, he was greeted by the blinding blue and red lights. "Shit! What the fuck?" Police cars lined up in front of him. Police officers were positioned and their guns were aimed at him. "T
Dominico was sitting in his study room in his mansion. The room was dark and the only thing that illuminated the whole room was the light that came from the television. His spirits soar as he watched the video coming from the cameras that were set up from the house. He was very delighted with how things came out. He never expected to have this kind of revenge. But as days went by and the pain that he felt was getting worse, he just couldn't let those things slip away. "Mr. Galvante, the car is waiting for you outside," said one of his men, he just popped his head from the ajar door to remind Dominico that he has business to deal with. He just nodded in silence and glanced at the screen monitor one last time before he left. It's now time to face Manuel Mancini. It's time now to announce that Simon Scott was not dead. It's time to reveal that Salvatorre Morelli is alive and he's ready to take what's really his. The ride going to the house that he rented was short. Dominico already
“Do you think he has something to do with this?" Addison couldn't help but question. They were gathered in the living room, all of their eyes were focused on the television screen as the newscaster reported a case of arson and probably murder in an abandoned house. Federico was thinking. And Ryzen was so sure of his gut feeling. "I'm a hundred percent certain that it was Galvante!" He declared. "How can you say so?" Ryzen stood from the couch and went to sit next to Federico. He tapped his shoulders to get his attention. "Listen, I am certain he's the one behind those task that were sent to us. And he's the one behind all of this right now." Addison frowned. "If that's the case, then he's a really bad person. How can he let Manuel Mancini leave there to burn?" Addison felt the chills run down to her skin. Ryzen shrugged. "I'm not really sure, but one thing is for certain. Mancini is the evil one between the two." "But, what could possibly be the reason why he did that? He mus
"I have decided already." Dominico said. Anya, his personal doctor, was checking his skin. Dominico has been suffering the after effects of the fire that destroyed his skin, and also his life. It's been years since it happened, but he can still feel the pain of the fire that burned him. "That's good to hear, boss. Should I set an appointment for you? When are you going? We can make an appointment whenever you're ready." Anya has been a loyal employee. He paid her to personally assist him and check on him from time to time. And she never failed him, not even once. She has been taking care of him, and has hidden his real identity. Dominico looked at the mirror in front of him. He had to admit that he looked different from his looks before, way too different. "Book me an appointment as early as you can get." Anya dabbed an ointment on his skin. It was used to alleviate the weird feeling he's been feeling on his skin. "Sure. I will do that first thing in the morning tomorrow." A
Dominico was in the middle of his sleep when he felt another person's presence inside his room. His breath hitched and he listened to the man's movements. He has been a light sleeper these past few years due to the fact that his life was in constant danger. Good thing he made a habit of keeping a gun under his pillow for emergency purposes. And Simon thought that it's time to use this gun on someone. Ever so slowly, he reached for the gun that was tucked under his pillow. He did it without so much as moving so the person inside his room won't ever notice that he's awake now. Simon was sure that his intention was to kill him. This is not a burglar case, but an assassination plot. He swallowed an imaginary lump in his throat. He held on to the gun tightly before he jumped out of the bed without any warning. "Who the fuck are you?" He pointed the gun at the man's silhouette. He can clearly see that the man was armed with a gun, because he was also aiming in his direction. "No ha
Cassius Mancini had been doing his very best not to burst in anger. His body was shivering in intense fury. His sons were murdered by some goddamn bastards and he didn’t know who to take his revenge on. He can’t wait to go home and find out who the fuck killed his sons and who was responsible for the downfall of his empire. Cassius knew that he had countless enemies and he admitted that he had been reckless these past few months, thinking that everything was going pretty smoothly. “Hey, just relax…” His latest girlfriend, Amelia, tried to make him relaxed. He was in his private jet.But it only made his anger flare up. He doesn’t want anyone telling him what to do. Especially if it’s from a woman. He grabbed her by the neck and pushed her down on the table. “Cassius…” Amelia groaned in pain as her face was being pushed on the table. But Cassius didn’t even hear her pleas and cries for mercy. Her pleas and cries only made his fury flared up and so he circled his hands around her
Cassius Mancini may appear calm while he was drinking wine in his office, but his mind was filled with bloody thoughts. Mauro was standing on the far side of the office, observing Mancini’s reaction. He knew his boss was up to something bloody. “Do you have enough information about this Dominico Galvante?” he asked. He swirled the amber-colored wine in his glass. His face was void of any emotion. Mauro swallowed hard. He had done his homework about the man, but he knew it was not enough. “He’s a native from Argentina, boss. I dug deeper about his life but there’s no information on the internet.” Mauro wiped the sweat on his forehead. “What do you mean no information?” Cassius’ brow frowned. “There was no information about him. It was like he just popped into this world, no background, even abou his childhood. The only thing the internet said about him was that he’ a businessman. Even the name of his business was not mentioned.” Cassius chugged all the contents of his glass and