A ( script style ) novel about seven of the largest mafia families in Saint City, where there is no such thing as justice and fairness. A novel that brings together many stories of love, regret, greed, and treachery. The only way to survive is to be...
(The two journalists, Lisandro and Antonella, arrived at the city's media office and entered the office of their director, the writer (Agartha), who has always lived in this city and tried to uncover the secrets of families and expose them to the public and tried to put the titles of her writings in the depths of the criminal events in the city that were buried in the catacombs of oblivion)
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(Lisandro knocks on the door and Agartha gives them permission to enter)
Lisandro: Mrs. Agartha, we went to the crime scene
Agartha: Beautiful, and what did you find?
(Antonella looks at Lisandro nervously)
Antonella (nervously) : mrs. Agartha , believe me, something strange is happening in that house
Agartha: What happened?
Lisandro: The house we went to was Mr. Carlo's house!
Agartha (shocked): Mr. Carlo Ventura?
Lissandro: Yes!
Agartha: Who killed him?
Lissandro: The policeman said it was a suicide and before he committed suicide he killed his wife and daughter
Agartha: Suicide? Why would a person like Carlo commit suicide? He is a good gentleman and has a respectable reputation in this city.. Wait a second, doesn't he have a son?
Lissandro: Yes
Agartha: Was he killed?
Lissandro: No
Agartha : And how is that? Why didn't he kill his son?
Lissandro: I couldn't understand, the son was in the police car and the policeman didn't want me to talk to him comfortably. I spoke to him quickly and he didn't even blink he remained silent from the shock. Then the other policeman came and I got out of the car
Agartha: Who were the two policemen?
Antonella: Spoleto and Rodini!
Agartha: So that's the thing
(Antonella and Lisandro don't understand what she meant by that )
Agartha: The evil policeman Spoleto has always covered up gang crimes to take a reward from them and countless commissions. He has participated in killings and releasing prisoners sentenced to death
Antonella: So he is considered a mafia person?
Agartha: The mafia needs these kind of people like spoleto at train stations to escape, at the port to transport contraband, and at police stations to cover up their operations and falsify stories or even change the names of criminals with good people to be imprisoned instead of them
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Lisandro: What a man that all families benefit from
Agartha: He's not the only one!
Antonella: Spoleto isn't the only one?
Agartha: Yes dear, he is not the only one, but he is the best in his field.
Antonella: This city will drive me crazy.
Agartha: You will get used to these things here, just be patient!
Lissandro: Yes, we will get used to it when we leave this city
Antonella: I will not rest until I know who was behind this cover-up that...
(A member of the same gang opens the door wearing a mask to hide his face)
Lissandro: Who are you?
[The gang member looks at Lisandro mockingly]
Gang member [looks at Agartha]: It is a quick message from the boss to you, try as much as possible not to involve yourself in this specific work of ours, otherwise there will be a book about your life story distributed at your funeral
Agartha: Tell your boss that the ink has dried and paper has become valuable and is not given to those who have no value, and books are written by geniuses for the wise to read, not people like you
Gang member: Have you ever wondered why people like you do not go to the weapons store?
Agartha: I do not want to know
Gang member: Because people like you don't know what it means to have a gun that ends all discussions. People like me fire the shots and people like you receive the shots.
Agartha: Have you ever wondered why the library owner doesn't close the doors after they finishes his work?
Gangster: I don't know and I don't care.
Agartha: Because people like you don't know the value of books, what's the point of hiding them since the ignorant don't want to learn even if knowledge is free?
Gangster: Nice words, Should we add them to your resume?
Agartha: Add them to your boss's mind and tell him. He knows who Agartha is, and I know the secrets of this despicable city. I will not leave it until I see it clean without blood, weapons, drugs, or even your stupid operations that you will be held accountable for.
Gangster: Should we be held accountable for them? By whom?
Agartha: By the law and God!
Gangster: If the law existed, I wouldn't be in front of you, and if God existed, He wouldn't have made us control this city.
Agartha: I told you before, the ignorant don't seek knowledge even if it was free.
Gangster (pointing the gun at Agartha): And people like you seek life even if it is expensive. I think my words are easy. My boss's message is do whatever you want, but stay away from this issue. Believe me, I am a person who doesn't like problems, but the boss might send someone else who loves and adores problems.
Agartha: Your letter was written and the mailman received it.
Gangster: Excellent.
Agartha: But he lost the home address.
Gangster: This is not good for the boss.
Agartha: Tell the boss to write another one until one of them arrives.
Gangster: The same scenario might be repeated and the boss writes other letters, but a day might come when the mailman is sick, so we send one of our men instead. They know how to carry messages but they are delivered in another way
