ENEMIES OF REALITY:MAFIA MYSTERY

e. Arthur arrived on his Harley Davidson without making a fuss. He had a serious expression, Mayara thought, already guessing the content of the friendly conv

been unable to think straight: 25% of Santiago's estimated fortune was transcribed into precious jewels hidden in the mos

secrets, the stories about his "treasure". Apart from you! You're al

one else! I just offered Santiago a shoulder to lean on! In exchange for

and being his confidant in days gone by. Regarding the challenge proposed by Santiago, some were already planning what to do

, but this mask hid the facet of a crimina

ding school where he had studied. something had changed, but her naivety was evident. And she was hiding secrets, omitting the truth about the questions he was asking.

abou

with a spark of anger in h

uation, okay? in the middle of it all, and

d tried to protect themselves from the rain of shattered glass spreading everywhere. Mayara and Arthur quickly looked at each other

emerged with guns and subordinates pointing randomly at people, c

en't introduced myself properly - Santiago made a feigned bow to them: " I'm Santiago Diaz, t

nly 6 people qualified to decipher. a beep and a screen were projected. " Some respectable local politicians have horrendous connections with the mafia. No one wants to be found out, right? it's up to you. whoever survive

looked at each oth

. "This treasure hunt sho

u that when I go for something, I go all the way! Wh

atening manner, causing Art

, I want something different". Santiago approaches Mayara, touches h

der Santiago's gun, who was hav

the next stage of the challenge: 250 million is good money. I know you think I'm crazy, but my craz

e reaction. She came at him while Arthur remained passive in the

's n

s on Santiago with red in her eyes, and is pushed

ur deadline will pass.

l, and she had to go after Santiago. Arthur asks her to call his father, while

re of what had happened. While they were being taken away, Mayara won

her people's mistakes eighteen years ago. How was that possible, Mayara told herself. It wasn't possible! Eighteen years before so much unthinking trouble. A war sta

we make vows and alliances and swear to

She felt no fear in the face of the foolish thre

nd sick with revenge for an evil perpetrated so many