Mafia to Alpha King

ng bombarded nonstop. More new drugs are coming on the

ou must make her give up the coordinates. If you succeed, I will help you get

ise I made to my mother as a bargaining chip. He must be going crazy. E

g my eyes as I allow my nose to trace her, trying to figure out in which dire

laugh hysterically at his attempt. He knows too well in this

nd everyone before you can pull the trigger. I am seriously dying t

culated. By the looks of it, he is now doing things on impulse without thinkin

outs with frustration. "Bullet glow up. We are talking about running the wor

s." He emphasizes this in his deep Italian accent. I hold myself down to not curse at him loudl

on not wanting to help him. This must have triggered a nerve in his crazy

and the reality of what I should

l sto

lk the earth. The last serial killer in the fam

t business. If you want to do that, just do it on your own. Like you have b

. The way you want me to. If you want to make her talk, then do it yoursel

ave me out of it." I speak calmly, testing the waters, wanting to get

alk to hell would have made her talk. If not, Cement and Concr

lready? Is she truly the biomedical engineer or just a scam preten

. No one can break her. It is as if they have trained her to survive in pain

she a CIA agent? That is first.... "We are trading here Bullet... Trust me

n my uncle's neck, he would never swear by the Mafia's

ng on? I am

th. I would be safe anywhere, even after his death. I feel my uncl

time. Next time, call me for more important matters." I speak as I arrange

will be unstoppable if he gets hold of them. I will kill Keirah and ever

anywhere in this world if my uncle gets a hold of those codes. My uncle st

rah

te goons: Cement and concrete stand on both sides of the armed chair she is sitt

art s

sus..." I shove my uncle off on my way as I walk to the glass wall. I can't stan

aw the liquid into a syringe before injecting

old my uncle by the collar. "Vaffanculo Bullet..." My uncle curses in Italian, agit

speak with a dangerous gaze at both our hands hol