𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑎 𝐴𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑧𝑧𝑖 𝐺𝑖𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝐸𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑜 and 𝑆𝐴𝐺𝐸 are two different people. Or that is what people believe.
Serena, the sweet and innocent little mafia princess, who was presumed dead when she was four and,
SAGE, a rising mogul...
"What do you want?" He grits out in his raspy voice. His Czechen accent prominent. I give him a small smile. Now we're talking. Ronan hands me the photo Solotov had when my men captured him. I show him the photo and ask one more time. "Who ordered the hit?" He drags his eyes towards the face of the man in the photo and looks back at me after a second. "I don't know who. All I got was a package with the photo and a paper with instructions to kill him, which I burned right after. We had no other contact." I stare at him blankly and pause before asking the next question. "What about transactions. You wouldn't take the job until atleast half of the money is transferred." Solotov hesitates and I tap the phone in my hand on the chair two times and he gets the message. His jaw tightens and his glare sharpens at the blatant threatening. But he still answers me.
"It was a bounty for 50 million dollars. They transferred 25 as soon as I got the package." I lean forward, my elbows on my thighs and my hands still holding the phone. "Their account number. What is it?" I knew Solotov memorized it as soon as the 25 million was transferred. Just incase they tried to double cross him. He clicks his tongue and his eyes dart towards left, getting ready to lie. But I don't let him spew whatever crap he was going to say. I turn the phone screen towards him again and call out to Aden, my eyes still on the sniper in front me. "Tell them to get ready for the shot." Within seconds, a red dot appears on Mila's pale waitress uniform and Solotov starts thrashing in his chair, a hint of fear in his wide eyes.
"The account number." I ask again, my voice calm. He looks at me and grits out the memorized number. I smile at him in satisfaction and get up from the chair. "I appreciate the cooperation Solotov. You have my word that no harm will be done to your woman." I say and turn, walking towards the door ready to leave, letting Ronan finish this. But Solotov had other plans. "Zatracená svině." He mutters and I stop and turn. I click my tongue and he looks at me. "Měl jsi držet jazyk za zuby." I take out my gun from the back and shoot him right in between his eyes and walk out. Leave no loose ends.
"The fish is rotten. Throw it out." Ronan says to a gaurd with a smirk. He leads us out to our car and I turn to him before getting in. "Call off the men put on Mila." He nods and after a simple goodbye we get in the car. "Send the account number to Logan and ask him to trace it. I want details of every account related to it too." I tell Aden and he gets to work. I look down at the photo in my hand, the one Solotov had on him.
The 28 year old man, wearing a tailored suit, walking out of a building with a phone to his ear and guards on tail. Micheal, my brother was completely unaware of the 50 million dollar bounty that was placed on him a week ago and that his dead sister just took care of the problem. I sigh and look out the window.
We board the plane and I take out my laptop working on the launch of our next product and Aden waiting for Logan to reach back with information. If the people who ordered the hit is who I think it is, then I and the Italian-American mafia have a common enemy. That can also mean that they knew of I and Luca's relation to the Espositos way before I came to find out. Aden interrupts my thoughts. "Logan is calling." Aden hands me the phone and I wait for him to speak.
"I traced the number and it's an offshore account set up in Belarus itself. But I dug up the account holder's information and I got a name and place." I hum and he continues. "Carlo Lebedev. Novosibirsk, Russia."
I was right. The Russian mafia.
I end the call and hand Aden the phone back, informing him of what Logan found out. I look out the window at the fading view of Belarus and a strange knot tugs at my chest. The Russian mafia put a hit on a prominent member of the Italian-American mafia and a person I shared blood with. And this won't be their last attempt either.
Things just got way more interesting.
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Double update because it's Christmas ♡ Merry Christmas guys 🎄.
