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BLOODY TIES

Chapter 3 THE INTERVIEW

Word Count: 3288    |    Released on: 15/12/2024

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ring myself for the interviews. I spent hours in front of the mirror, practicing my smile and my answers.

ny signs of fear or hesitation," Diego remi

Diego's worry. He cared for me, and it made my heart ache knowing that I might put him in danger by going a

re all over the city, so they could spot us, and my dad knowing what I was up to was the last thing I wanted. He was still not supportive of me taking revenge on the Al

rsing through my veins. The morning air felt heavy with anticipation as I dressed meticulously

ror. I practiced my smile, leaning into the confidence I knew I could project. This time,

. Come have some," Die

ll get this," I said, showing him

the best," he replied as

ed, and with t

ng, I felt my heart pounding fiercely in my chest. Each beat echoed my res

a fortress guarding secrets that could change my life forever. Its sleek glass exterior shimmered under the light, reflecting t

ner. The walls displayed modern art pieces, bold colors splashed against a stark white background, as if to say that beauty

smile. "Welcome to A.A. Enterprise. Please ta

undred applicants, each face a mirror of my own uncertainty. As I sat there, I felt the weight of all those w

grew stronger. I was ready to step into this world-this world that had taken so

whispered under my breath, my heart ste

itting there watching all the applicants go inside-except for the two who appeared happy - came o

hange my name to get here. Everything that relat

he entrance of a huge office, I spotted the statue of the great Adrian himself. Many twisted, framed pictures of great artists were displayed like an exhibition. We too

indow. My eyes traced each and every part of him, feeling both lust and resentment for the man who was responsible for my sister's death. "How I wished he had no hand in my sister's death." "How I wish I could

m good look

ur knees, baby,' and without a second thought, she would be naked on her knees." Many dirty thoughts came to my mind, which I secretly wished to experience with him, but my revenge overshadowed that lust.

plied without a

ers down my spine. He examined me, and I felt exposed, my vulnerabilities bared and when those blue eyes met mine

ip was terrible; I hated her, and she hated me as well. We never had a good relationship-just like we and the Alejandros. We were typical enemies. Even on her deathbed, the only thing she told me was, "I hate you, Sofia," and with

ugging a hair str

w," I

e shapes of his six-pack abs, his torso, and everything underneath, making me realize just how attractive he wa

as all h

ed, confused and ov

rogance is unmatched. How could he ask s

ooks can't b

have a chance

e one, I'll mak

speechless-his voice thick with authority as if he had

Lucy congratulated me and told me to be at the Enterprise

tainty. I was in now. The battle for revenge had started, and I was determined to r

ary. The Alejandro empire was ruthless, built on fear and manipulation. Drug deals, betrayal, and power plays shaped th

agined myself infiltrating their operations, learning their secrets, and finding a path to j

ers, and an atmosphere that reeked of blood and treachery. Their kingdom extended well beyond their lavish mansion. It radiated chaos and con

to strike back. The Alejandros would fall. I would ensure that the blood on their hand

wasn't afraid. I wouldn't just survive-I would thrive in the shadows, absorbing the truth u

stark contrast to the bright, chaotic rhythm of the city. It both fascinated and unnerved me. The fact that people recognized us as the most powerful mafia syndicate, ruling almost half of Detr

ence, a fierce determination that tugged at something deep within me. Her beauty was undeniable, striking in a way that made it hard to focus on anything else. What struck me even more was her straightforwardness. She answered questions with a directness that was uncharacteristic

s. It was almost a script they followed, their rehearsed lines evident in the way their eyes flickered nervously. My instinct told me they were sent by rival syndicates, probing into our aff

er on board. I had barely managed to ask the appropriate questions during our meeting bef

ected, and I wasted no time. "I sent you her details. Conduct a thoroug

he asked, a note of

ometimes, the answers lie in the minutiae," I reiterated, my

ichael confirmed bef

disappointingly lackluster, unable to meet the standards I required in a personal assista

y seared steaks paired with an exquisite red wine. Following that, I held meetings with sev

he interior was a testament to my wealth and influence-a blend of modern aesthetics and classic charm. Dark wood paneli

er things in life-paintings by renowned artists and lifelike statues crafted from marble and bronze, depicting powerful images of kings and fierce animals frozen in glo

veral prime acres on the outskirts of Detroit, mosquito-infested yet filled with a sense of quiet power. Lush gardens lay meticulously

was designed as a fortress, almost daunting in its grandeur yet a necessary element of my life. Massive wrought-iron gates st

eatures. A sweeping staircase greeted guests upon entry, leading to spacious sitting rooms adorned with velvet drapes and shimmering cha

shadows throughout the house, keeping every space immaculate. They understood the importance of discretion in our world-their loyalty paramount to our operations.

aturing areas designed for combat training, target practice, and physical conditioning. The scent of sweat mixed with the faint tang of iron hung in the air, a constant reminder of the rigorous tr

s-more specifically, the decision to hire someone from outside our syndicate. Clad in a crisp black shirt and

ee my father silhouetted against the backdrop of a chandelier that hung low, casting a warm, inviting glow. He had a

ice deep and gravelly, belyi

led me,"

narrowing slightly, questionin

are different from the others, and I believe the

rossing his features. "We need to know who we can trust. Everyone outside th

my instincts kicking in. "She wasn't intimidated-her answers were direct, and

now the risks. If she gets too close, she may uncover things

"But sometimes, fresh eyes can see opport

, but remain cautious. Your instincts have served you well, but tr

ls, I felt a renewed determination breathe life into my veins. I was stepping into uncharted territory, one fraught with danger, but I wouldn't back down. Maya would be

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