Shadow of the Mafia Syndicate

ca steadied herself on the arms of her chair while her fingers tightly gripped an empty cup, which had been holding coffee long ago. Beside

g a sealed envelope in front of James. His vo

it open. Her reflection was no longer soaking in the steam on the coffee surface as it was earlier. She never r

lied with a cold tone. But here when they say, 'You join

pting me, "Not the family." "Just

ano," she said again. "The ghost of the underworld. You finally come to the realization that people do

om the image, I could barely make out the figure, but it did not matter because there was only one man who bore that kind of scar: Adrian Romano at a table that was tucked in an apparent exec

issues. Psychological ones. His people have been on the lookout for an unobtru

ctly do you have me do? More importantly, be the play the

in this case she instructed, "We want you to get inside his head." Learn what secret he possesses th

seat. "This is insane. You're precisely expecting me to march into

t there was no joy in

rowed. "Don't

ng you is that you have dealt with danger before. You've gotten out of it. And this... this is different. You're not wa

, she mumbled, which had her st

lled the air. Eva thought for a moment, trying to cover the potential threats versus the potential benefits. The Romano family had the blood o

ds, albeit the shaking hands. If you agree to going

meeting, you'll be presented to his people.' Son of a gun, we've hired you a cover-the best top-tier psychologist who h

ind something

at was your answer to my questi

d. Famous

in her purse. Fine. I'll do it. But if th

relax in his world too much, Eva. The fact is th

her: the sound of cars in the distance, the thin sound of a police car in the distance, the quiet sound

her mobile phone. She scooped it out, though inadvertently squinting a

lanning this..

er breath slightly hitched as she looked around. It was quiet, to

n to walk. It is this point that beats her chest as her mind fills with adrenali

him an eternity. She looked behind her; she thought someone would be following her. It was dark along the roads, a

iggled her keys for a while before being admitted into the house: "Get in.'' The scent of old woo

g the key in the lock. Grabbing onto it, she was able t

zed again. An

s and official manner, accompanied

was going to be positive. In her living room, the light went on blin