The Mafia Puppet
a R
ed in close, speaking quietly while checking to ensure no one was listening. Even though the bar was busy with
atest star. His name is Matteo Greco. He's in his thirties and
rmth spread. "And you want m
. "Not exactly. They plan to make him a picc
row. "They're mo
ed back, looking serious. "This is a chance
thing in Rico's tone made me
aded. "He's seeing someone,
down. "And wh
utiful brunette with bright, cautious eyes stared back at me. "They'r
oes that h
waitress behind the bar, yellin
head. Her fierce attitude stood out, but it was her underlying vulnerability that cau
he file earlier-it included gruesome details about murders and families torn apart, all linked t
ff. The plan was straightforward but risky: get into Matteo's suit
I was wheeling. A bottle of expensive wine sat on top, covered with a shiny steel
outside, blocki
sound friendly. I pointed to the win
ooked skeptical. "We we
aid smoothly, keeping my expression n
Hold on." He opened the door and stepped inside, leaving one
rf
sked casually, br
row, his expression unre
nervousness. "Right, of course. Y
d toward the cart for a brief second,
nsure whether to speak. "Do you guys rotate
o me, clearly irritated
ust curious. It must be interesting, working for someone l
e were suppressing a smirk or a scoff.
hands in mock surrender. "But hey,
iced then, on the shoulder of his impeccably pressed suit, a
owing. "Looks like you'
nced down, co
ard the stain. "Looks like grease or something
et a better look at the mark. "D
hand. My tone was friendly, almost apologetic. "I've got experience w
ly annoyed, but relente
know, this kind of thing happens all the time in the hotel industry. One moment, you're pri
e agreement, his attentio
wanted. "Almost got it," I said, leaning in just
d my arm around his neck and applied just enough for
. They moved fast, grabbing the b
dding in approval befo
nd guard stepped out, looking
pointing down the hall. "He
to let me in. Inside, the room was lavish,
tion. When I entered the suite, a smirk spread across my