THE MAFIAN'S BLACK DIAMOND

were now derelict, vacant of people who walked the busy road either for business or pleasure. It was just

pur of the moment decision after he set his eyes on the target he had been searching for, for years but Manuel Tommaso doesn’t even for once miss bei

t that he was scared but he was apprehensive because of the Cops that were combing the whole of Italy looking for him. He had known better than to show up at the Cosa Nostra—his late father

a matter of time before his uncle gets the right people

en he gets there, probably the house would be surrounded by those hungry Federico but he had a message sent to one o

of using her to achieve his revenge goal became unappealing but what othe

rting about the street. His heart was beating faster than he could keep record of as he neared his house. It was a good sign that no cars were in s

ght his gaze, like a flash of light and he stilled waiting to be surrou

Walking into the dark interiors of his house was not much of an ordeal but not knowing what awaited him on the inside drove him insane as he felt about for the light switch. Not remembering where the light switch was infuriated him but being behind bars for the good part of five years did that to someone. Finally, he found the light switch and he found himself scared shitless to press his

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upon his with men in case of trouble and he turned aro

ood on his hand fixed over his dirty shirt. “Puta Madre! Mila, you are fucking bleeding!” Manuel couldn’t take his eyes off h

y are c-

haven’t seen my best friend for years and this is what I meet now… Mila, where the fuck is Rico?” Manuel yelled at Mila as he shoved his gun back into his p

ore but stopping as Mila cried out in acute pain, gasping as hot tears filled his eyes. Manuel had never seen his best fri

beginning to get colored from the blood pooling. He swiftly ripped off h

la reached up gripping his wrist with a strength he didn’t know

taly… things have gotten out of hand… things aren’t the s

no way Mila would make it with the copious amount of blood that was rushing out of

ill soon call off the chase… but some…t-t-t…

Manuel said with a voice thick with unshed tears and emotions. This was the same way his father had died six years ago. In his

a tried to speak b

rmerly quiet room became a battlefield as sounds

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wice that he had to obey his b

e regained his stance and pushed on as fast as his legs could carry on. He must have ran for hours if not for the jagged tree stump he stumbled into that had hi

’s instructions. But losing the one man that taught him everything he knew, that gave him the life he knows isn’t perfect but filled with some wonderful memories destroyed him. And knowing the man who killed his father and being unable

right now…?” Manuel had asked one man hi

l replayed in his head, remembering how he had pulled the

wife Manuel shot, sending

ipper Mafioso. No one dared d

diers think he is. He is just a boy who does what his father wan

for killing that woman—that was not the only time he had taken a life but it was the fi

he also didn’t deserve to be killed like a w

responsible for what hap

sky and laughed. Laughing like a

y destroying Mac

y and soul for everything