Mafia boss Twisted fate

spread across his desk like a grotesque mosaic, each image a dagger to his heart. Hi

eppe Moretti's arm around her shoul

he has never thought a day like this would come where his new found hope or better still the hope he tho

s an ice that is ready to pierce through the wall around

answered "Not much, boss. The girl's name is Sophia Moretti. She is Giuseppe's only da

apparent connections to her father's ille

. The careful omissions, the vague references to her family – it all made sense now. She had played him for a fool, and he had f

were heard on the street is that he is looking to expand,

family as a child that barely knows how to fend for himself, shadows of a family that only wish for the best out of life, shadows of a family that did not ask for much from life than to be okay and have a roof over their head, shadows of a family that did their best with the little or nothing they have to fend and take care of themselves. Antonio wished he could just spend a little moment of that sweet moment with his love ones but that is not possible because of the act of cruelty done by Moretti to his family, making them loose everything including shelt

ity, a chance at something he thought was real, it turned out to

ankie asked, breaking the heavy sil

of his organization against Giuseppe Moretti and anyone associated with him. Including S

single thing he went through and more, he has been waiting for the day he would look into his eyes and see fear written all over it, he has been waiting for the day Moretti would beg him for his life just as him and his family also

nd Sophia. I want to know every move they make, every person they talk to. But no one should make a move without my explic

thought came through his mind, he wished he could turn back the hand of time, he wished he had not fallen for her trick, he just wished everything is a dream. Folding his hands into a fist, he wished he cou

mory of that night. But he could not bring himself to do it. Instead,

ious to the turmoil in his heart. He had built his empire on the foundation of his hatred for Giuseppe Moretti. Every cruel

Sophia's laughter, the warmth of her touch, the taste of her lips, the way she moan, the way she asked for more, the way she held

n, he is in the middle of a path he has he has long work for, the path he long for every minute of his life. The path of revenge lay before him, clear and familiar. The revenge he has longed hope and waited for is standing

in motion events that would either satisfy his lifelong thirst fo

ld not stop himself from his new found weakness. He took out his phone and pulled up Sophia's number from his suit in

or he might just be the giving the benefit of doubt to his supposed to be e