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But strong enough to send voice signals and record directly to where I need them the most. “You clumsy fool, who the fuck seems?" he snorted out on me, Standing next to the man now makes me think of how easy I could destroy him, he doesn't look so tough without the multitude of guards that he surrounds himself with. We are all evil in our various dealing and lifestyle but this dude right here seems to top the chart for the most deadly psychopath, I mean what sort of a monster would kill his twin brother just to attain power? “I said, I was sorry and by the way, my name is Lorenzo, Lorenzo Leonardo”

The last bit of warmth that I saw in his eyes has disappeared now. My heart skipped a bit as he said tightly clenching my waist, "Sono Imogen Mcmaster, il Don degli inferi. Quale qualifica hai per minacciarmi? So come ottenere ciò che è mio. Lascia ora la sua mano. Odio le altre persone che toccano le mie cose. (I am Imogen Mcmaster, the Don of the underworld. What qualifications do you have to threaten me? I know how to get what's mine )"

Mathias exclaimed, a hint of excitement and curiosity lacing his words. Mrs Fernanda's laughed echoed through the room as she started revealing the dark secrets. "You know nothing at all," she sneered mockingly, her tone filled with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "A child can't be different from her father, DIABLO (devil), VAMPIRA (vampire), HÍBRIDA (hybrid), ABOMINACIÓN (abomination). And she must die, or else she will bring death to us all, just like her father has been doing for generations."

"But does the name, Diavolo, ring any bell?" "Diavolo... Diavolo... Diavolo..." I mumbled under my breath. The name sounded familiar but I couldn't place— oh sh*t! 'Diavolo!' I gasped, and my stomach dropped. 'Devil of Sinclair City! Don of Tenebre!' 'No... It couldn't be...' I took a step back, my wide eyes staring at the man standing before me. It had to be a lie. I couldn't be face-to-face with one of the deadliest men in the entire country! The Lord of Sinclair's underworld!

11 THE MOLE ∞≠∞ Don Arnulfo was startled when he heard a knock on his office door. He was so absorbed in reading the latest news that it took him a minute to respond to whoever was at the door. “Come in,” he grimly said. The wooden door made a creaky sound as a man wearing a black tuxedo entered his office. Everybody in the brotherhood called this man Sebastian, although his real name was Carlos Cadavos. He was the Don’s right hand and his most trusted goon. Sebastian took confident steps towards the Don then placed a sealed envelope on his table. Don Arnulfo ripped the top-most part of the envelope and examined the contents. Immediately, his face turned sour. What he was holding right now w

Darkness swirled across his features. My name rolled off those sinful lips. Kneeling before Lorenzo Greco… was I really willing to give him that much? My legs began to give in slowly, never breaking eye contact with him…

"What's your boss's name? Where is he now?" The scrawny man hesitated, and his expression changed. "Not gonna talk?" Sebastian said with a cold laugh, raising his hand to reveal three silver needles. "If I use these, you'll suffer a fate worse than him," he warned, pointing to his convulsing partner. The scrawny man flinched, trembling uncontrollably. "He's Leonardo Cobalt. We call him Leo. He's in charge of the underground casino in the downtown west. He's probably at the casino right now…"

Suddenly, he rose, and his throne whispered inaudible with the movement, looking to me like something very old and careless from his castle. "My subject with the sin of gluttony is nothing as scandalous as the queen of hell wishing to be taken by a mere prince in the dirtiest ways possible.” "Not as dirty as this castle of yours," I said, crossing my arms. Tennebris came so close that I could feel his breath on my face, and I immediately prepared for any new unpleasant odor, but, surprisingly, he smelled mint. "I wanted to know what our relationship was... Now you know. We exchange barbs, we are unpleasant, and we would kill each other at any moment of carelessness.”

Don Pablo was a man that loves arts and he loved everything that came with it. "Terrance Vendetta, the fire lord and one who I believe is still the deadliest criminal in the world" His voice cut through you like a sword as they were very deep. Once I turned around, Don Pablo stepped out of his inner room with so much grace that one may think he was no human. "All these compliments mean I am here on an assignment" Obviously that was the only reason Don Pablo would ever raise a hype on someone. He loved making his assassins and spies feel themselves and had the motivation to take on any job.

, he answered boastfully. I scoffed, " Or maybe he knew you would find out, he was only trying to get your attention. I can never tell with you two". I opened the laptop passing it to him as he settled on my bed. He scanned the documents, squinting at the picture of Terry Gonzalez. "He's like the master kingpin or something, very ruthless according to my research", I informed him. He nodded holding my gaze, " He's more than just ruthless, he is a masochist. He literally has no value of human life".