"They say sometimes the road of life takes an unexpected turn, and you don't have no choice but to follow it and end up in place where you are supposed to be"
A mesmerizingly beautiful, altruistic, feisty, adamant, self-reliant. She is obedient daug...
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"Do we need the change of a plan, now we know the bastards have their men abutting around or—" I cut off Dennis, "No, Stick to the same as planned, just make sure the warehouse is surrounded and keep it low don't fucking get seen! And not to fucking do anything until I say," Dennis nodded and walked away,
I strolled toward the car on the runway my heart has been pounding under my ribcage, it's hard fucking hard to keep my composure with the storm brewing inside killing me with each passing second I'm damn close to having my Adira back to me yet it felt like I'm too far off, and what if I don't reach on time... I clenched my fist no fuck! I shouldn't be thinking this bullshit! I'm fucking running the world's most powerful mafia syndicate I can't be pussy!
But this fucking dread premonition is having me restless on my toes I only know one thing once I get my her back I won't leave her again not for fucking anything in this world! I'll lay on her feet to beg her forgiveness for hurting her so damn much, for making her cry, for letting her bear so much pain alone, for being on her own during her pregnancy while I fucking had no idea! a lone venerable tear slipped down, I fucking promised to myself I would make it up to her everything only if she'd let me,
"Az, Kyros D'Angelo is here," Dennis informed with a frown I nodded and walked out of the private airport the cold wind of the dusky night of Albany hit my face making me well aware of the imminent quandary, my eyes landed on the black Aston Martin Valour encircled with heavy security,
Capo of the Cosa Nostra Sicilian Mafia syndicate, Federico D'Angelo's elder son. He set forth the deal when he heard of Marcello's deeds he gave me easy access to Marcello's warehouses, and his nightclubs where he smuggles the drugs but asked nothing in exchange for now instead,
He asked for a meeting after Marcello's death to bargain the exchange and I know I'm indebted to Sicilian which can cost me hell! But right now nothing matters Kyros must be gaining something from this as the brawl between Cosa Nostro and Sacra Corona had been burning for a decade now so of course D'Angelo's won't leave a chance,
The young Sicilian man came out of the car in a black glad suit his sharp sea green iris darted around vigilantly with his grim expression he came and stood in front of me extending his hand, "Azriel," He greeted with a subtle nod, "Kyros," I shook hands with him with a slight nod, "I wasn't expecting you oneself here Azriel, the girl must be special," He slightly narrowed his eyes my jaw tickled I fucking despise how everyone thinks I'm answerable to anyone fucking one,
"I believe the reason doesn't count in your exchange gift list," He chuckled, "Fair enough," I stuffed my hands into my pockets I just wanted to reach those fuckers and bring my Adira back but fuck this formalities! "I take your leave but meet once the work is done I hope you remember the impending meeting?" I nodded my head but he wasn't convinced yet he turned and got back into his car,
"Just don't try to cross Omerta, nessuno è al di sopra dell'omertà," These were his last words before he drove off, "Let's go Az!" I inhaled and got in the car I'll cross the bridge when I come to it, right now the foremost Important thing is to have my angel back to me! I'm coming my angel bear with me, I'll have you back in my arms soon and show those bastards leaving hell!
