The Mafia's Angel Ordeal.

ed, his eyes cold. He sat opposite me, alongside my father, his demeanour as sharp as

our warehouse, there must be a reason-perhaps he was threatened." I

his empire! The Circle wants us weak so they can name a new Godfather. If we don't act, we lose eve

nt in moments like these-the calm before the storm. I knew better than to underestim

uery to the Circle could buy us time to figure out what's going on. Starting a war over

r seat. "They burnt our cargo, shot Elias, and tried to rob us blind! And your brilliant plan is to send a letter?

t that it's any of your business, but I suggest

"She's just a pawn. Let her play her role, or she'll

the glass table. The table shattered, shards scattering across the floor. "Both of you

ightened, but h

tless debates. You're here to support your family-not to question us." He glanced at me, his eye

to Andrew. "You didn't tell

his gaze fixed anywhere but on me. "We sho

peak up. Aside from the cargo and the Regent's death, what

lready dead. Our men fought like hell, and we joined in, taking out the rest. But we captured the Regent ali

s I nodded, processing

this." He reached into his pocket, pull

aunting, like a ghost dragged from my past. My hand trembled slightly as I turned the photo over, reveali

s mean?" I demanded, my

ow. And with all the attackers dead

s, his tone mocking yet insistent. "Stil

directed at Clayton-it was at the ima

immering dangerously close to

his chair. "Thought you said arri

deadly. "Get up, or I'll make my

ion. Clayton followed without another word, his movements deliberate. My father still sat, barking orders to the remaining

ting by the car. Clayton emerged,

ing his weapon of choice-'Rizler.' A customised baton laced with wires and tipped with iron s

fe. My father rode in his armoured Bentley, flanked b

-

yon. The further we went, the darker and more secluded the roads became. Finally, t

ured deeper into the wilderness. The air chilled, shadows stretching ominously. A

y great-grandfather, Thomas Blade, had constructed it as a sanctuary for orphans-but

minated the faces of men from other factions: the Graves, the Sombras', and the Bla

ton and Andrew surged ahead, their expressions hard. My father wal

k masks blended with the dim shadows. My father ascended his crimson throne, flanked by six councilmen on either side.

he Ravenor, third and fourth in command, sat in the fro

d forward and rang the heavy iron bell. Its toll echoe

en, si

into the spotlight in the centre of the p

a grave matter-the Regent is dead." The Raven's voice c

heir faces unreadable, though I could see Clayton's foot tapping anxiously. It was clear he was losing patience with the drawn-out intro

dered, cutting through the whispe

es of the Regent's death. In due time, we will reveal the truth

a gunshot. "The Regent is dead, and we're wasting time! Bring me t

ouncil's guards hurled a bloodied

aves," one of the

sle and knelt by the man, grabbing him

ayton's eyes narrowed as the battered man reached for his gun-but b

n only by the thud of a