Chapter 3 - Enter The Mafia Headquarters

The clock hand pointed to 10. There was the sound of water still running in the sink.

The bathroom door was not closed tightly.  In it you can see a man standing in front of a mirror.

Alberto, the man stared at his silhouette for a moment before lowering his gaze to his hand which was assembling a 44 caliber revolver containing 5 - 7 bullets.

The man's face seemed to be filled with anger and revenge.  Of course.  His daughter had just died horribly and he was expelled from the party.

All of that happened because of Michele Lazzaro Riciteli.  That damn mafia... he's going to shoot him tonight.

After assembling the gun, Alberto hurriedly put on black gloves, a hat, and lastly, he covered part of his face with a black cloth.

Look at the silhouette in the mirror.  He no longer looked like a politician or businessman, but like an assassin.  In fact, he would be more sadistic than that.

The night is getting late.  It's time for the hunting dogs to go out and look for their prey.  Alberto immediately left his house.

A middle-aged woman saw the back of the man in a black coat entering the car.

Is that Mr. Castaro?  The woman seemed surprised to see Alberto's strange and unusual appearance.

A big party is being held at Federico's casino bar which has now changed hands to Michele.

The women in sexy clothes contort their bodies to the rhythm of the music.  There were also those who were sitting accompanying the guests drinking.

"Wow! This is a great party, Bro!"  Carlo Riciteli, Michele's adopted younger brother, who is only 16 years old, looked very happy while shaking his head enjoying the music.

Michele, who was sitting, just smiled faintly when she saw him. "Look for a woman and try having sex. You have to learn from now," she said to Carlo later.

Paolo, who was sitting next to Carlo, just smiled amusedly as he ruffled the teenager's hair.

"I don't want to! That's disgusting!"  said Carlo, who was immediately greeted with laughter by Paolo and the bodyguards who surrounded them.

Meanwhile Michele just smiled while shaking her head.

Carlo is still very young.  Even he was just a baby in her eyes.  No matter how cruel he was, Michele really loved Carlo as his little brother.

Ten years ago he accidentally shot a husband and wife while drunk at a bar. They are Carlo's parents.

The six-year-old boy made him feel sorry for him at the funeral.  Michele decided to take him home.

Until now, Carlo never knew that Michele had killed his parents.

He was grateful to have Michele.  Even though she is only her adopted sister, Michele gives her the power and luxury of a real sister.

Outside the bar, two girls were seen walking away from the car.

Meghan and Moly go to the wrong bar.  This is not a bar where his friends are having a party, but this is a bar where there are sadistic Mafia conspirators.

"Are you sure this is the place? I think we went to the wrong bar," said Meghan as she watched the activities of the nightclub in front of her.

Moly was busy fixing her make-up. "This is the bar. Nick gave me the address earlier," she said then put the make-up tools she was holding into her bag.

"Come in!"  he continued while pulling Meghan's arm.

When they arrived at the bar, Meghan was surprised.  There was no one he knew there.  "I'm sure this isn't the bar!"

Moly was no less surprised. "I think you're right," he said with eyes that refused to blink at what people were doing.

They were drunk and had casual sex in public without shame.  This is crazy.  They had to leave immediately.

"Hey, Miss! Where are you going?"  Two bodyguards blocked Meghan and Moly's path as they headed towards the exit.  The two girls were shocked.

"We entered the wrong bar. We want to go home," answered Meghan.  Meanwhile, Moly just took cover behind Meghan's shoulder with a frightened face.

The two bodyguards looked at each other.  Then their eyes fell on the camera that Meghan was holding.

He quickly grabbed the object. "Are you reporters deliberately wanting to cover the activities at this bar?!"  asked the bodyguard with a suspicious look at Meghan.

The girl hurriedly shook her head.  "No! We're not reporters! We really just entered the wrong bar. Please give us the camera and let us go."

It seemed like the two bodyguards didn't believe them.  Meghan and Moly looked at each other with worried faces.  They're in big trouble if they stay here.

The two girls signaled to each other to immediately run away.  However, two bodyguards managed to arrest Meghan.

"Let me go! You bastards!"  Meghan screamed as the two bodyguards dragged her back into the bar.

"Meghan, my God... how is this?"  Moly, who panicked, rushed to start the car engine.

They were a Mafia gang, it was too dangerous for him to go back into that bar.  Confused and thinking about Meghan, Moly finally left.

"Meghan, I'm sorry."

Go back inside the bar.  Two bodyguards took Meghan to one of the VIP rooms in the hotel on the second floor of the bar.

Meghan kept thinking and screaming for help.  However, who will come to help him?  Everyone in the bar was a criminal.  He's in big trouble right now.

"Moly, are you with Meghan?

Where are you?"

Jose called Moly because Meghan hadn't come home yet.  An hour ago they said goodbye to go to a friend's party, but until now Meghan hasn't returned.  As an older brother, of course Jose is very worried about his younger sister.

Moly, who was sitting under her bed, was very nervous when she received a call from Jose.

"Meghan, he... he's here! Yes, Meghan is staying at my apartment. Don't worry," he lied out of confusion and fear.

"Meghan in your apartment? Thank goodness! However, why can't her cell phone be contacted?"  Jose asked again.

Moly closed her eyes tightly.  Jose is a policeman.  What if the man found out that he was lying?

Oh no!  Jose must never find out.  The Mafia could have kidnapped him if they found out that he had informed the police.

Moly tried to calm down. "Meghan's cell phone is out of power. She's already asleep. I'm sleepy too. I'll ask Meghan to call you tomorrow morning. Good night," he said then hung up the call.

Moly leaned listlessly on the edge of her bed.  Gosh... who knows what happened to Meghan in the Mafia's headquarters?

Jose still wants to ask Moly about Meghan, but his cell phone has run out of power and is dead.  The girl's words sounded strange.

Is it true that Meghan is asleep and her cell phone is off?

I don't know, he's not sure.  But it's already nighttime.  It would be better if he immediately picked Meghan up tomorrow morning at Moly's apartment, he thought as he lay down on the sofa.

Back to Meghan.

"Let go of me! What are you doing?!"

The girl in the black mini dress screamed when two bodyguards forcibly laid her down and then tied her hands to each side of the bed in the VIP room.

Who knows whose room this is and what they want?  The girl almost cried in fear.

"Boss, we've brought the girl to your room!"  A bodyguard called while standing with his back to Meghan.

Boss?

Who does the bodyguard call boss?  Are the bosses of the Mafia?  The hairs on Meghan's neck bristled with fear.  Who knows what will happen next.