Shadow of the Mafia Syndicate

s have made her tense, but there was no chance for her to sit down and think about her fear. She racked her brain at

e had her chance made already. She could either back out right now and cry surrender to fear, or s

going on with her. She had been provided an opportunity to bring down one of the largest crime syndicates in the city. But now th

essage. It was a call. The screen read Marcus, an

ble intercom. I need you to focus. There w

ath, trying to release her tension. "I'm fo

are at risk.' I need you in control, Eva. He's not just

snapped back, her voice fille

at's scheduled for tomorrow. Make sure you're prepared. It's probably

ceeded to rub her temples. The pressure was mounting. The xenophobe, though, was not from undertaking the aforementioned task,

cell phone vibrated. She took it up, and this time she discovered that it belonged to

't hide

ext step she should take. The voice on the other end of the call had warned her-she wasn't a

interfere with her life, with her plans. Her father lost his life because of the Romanos, and now she had the option of making them suffer. But there was still that nagg

r before putting on her coat. She didn't like the reflection staring back at her: it is

was her

d up the hill from the main road. There were armed guards everywhere and CCTV that followed her every step. The simplest thing that ran through her head was that she had never been t

o have been built with the defenses of a castle, but that did not scare her. It took her back to her father's house, the one she had run away from after the breakup

pping black suit looking clinically impassive. He didn't introduce himself, but his eyes told h

ing for you," the m

s the grand hall, which, with each room-opulent and threatening alike-could have been a set in The Godfather. Even though there were no overt signs of

d the room without noise. She entered, and t

tive of his eyes. Something about him was off; it was disturbing. The rumors were true: The way Adrian Romano compelled attention, it was almost like he was

e the hand indicatively. What he did ins

inical, like a man determined to keep himself from m

she had to influence, crack open, and dismantle was standing right there in front of her. This en

at despite the quaking butterflies in her st

nse to give. I saw his eyes focusing on me like whe

continued. So, although it may not make much sense, I try to be as.

to look relaxed. "I see," nodded the lady, and she closed her lips down, afra

y into her eyes, and then she felt as

e honest with you, Eva," he said softly and menacingly. "I don't trust many pe