Shadow of the Mafia Syndicate

n's chilling words echoing in her mind: *Do not assu

had *secrets*. He knew things about her. But now she was playing with fire and lie

take it at its own game when it was unavoidable. She had a job to do. She had an a

no emotions of happiness or joy whatsoever to anyone's eyes e

pproval masked within a strange definition

wn the long hallway of the Romano mansion with increased sluggishness. The poor girl had been living in a closed network and when she stepped out to the st

to find the traitor. There was no time to waste. The anger that Adrian was expressing was not the anger of a man who wanted loyalty

ith whom he could turn in

come to mind I thought she was about to get her thoughts together when a figure was looming right beside

urprise. The man who was given to her by Adrian for protectio

very articulate and calm manner but there was something sinister abo

hat her facade of being calm rema

establish who has been providing intelligence to the adversaries. It could be anyone-an insi

as already planning on what to do next. S

e sat across the table, never letting his gaze off her face as if wanting to measure how she took i

ork and get her hands dirty, but interrogation happened to not be her strong point. She

do it," she replied calmly thoug

own closer to her and whispered. "But just remember, Eva. Wa

he have the feeling that this was just the beginning. Adrian had given her a job, but Luca... Luca was a sign that in the mafia nobody an

. There was no proper interrogation room these days so the guards have improvised, using the room where they in

s face swollen and bloody from a previous fight. Luca was stan

were just talking about the normal everyday stuff. "His name is Marco. He

ropped as if the mere sight of me filled him with some kind of horror or dread. But then there wa

d to her.

ture sessions working in the facility and this was something new. This was personal. If she didn't get r

hat there was no trace of the human compassion left in her. You've been

y at once, and there was a quiver in his mouth as he tried to speak. He looked at Eva a

l when I asked you whether you'd prefer me to stop talking,

wall with his arms folded wai

isibly shaking as he spoke. "I... I don't kno

t is their belief they might ask m

ambaran?" I rebut, "I have

ince Eva. She stole a look at Luca: he tilted his head s

a metal object, a fork – or better yet a k

ow that one might imagine it did not exist at all. Eva simply stood still, her velice

head sharply.

do that before the door crack at its hinges

darkened. "What ar

light, Eva saw that it was face of a m