THE BADDEST PRINCIPESSA

Chapter Thirty Four - A system so damaged

ALESSANDRO POV

Most people would be freaking out sitting in an interrogation room at an FBI headquarters but not me. If anything I am overconfident. You see I have a mole who made me aware of the precise time the police were coming. I even knew about what day they were coming weeks before the mole did. Gabriel hacked into the system. I was supposed to inform Aria of this and get her out of the house but things didn't exactly go to plan.

I hope she is okay. The only time I spoke to anyone here was to ask about the twins and Aria. I'm just hoping Matteo manages to bail Gabriel out at least by tonight. I reckon I won't be here long. I already know they have nothing on me except a few rumours. The most I can stay here is 96 hours and that's only with a good cause that has been approved by a judge.

"Evening, Mr De Luca. Do you know why you are here?" a young-looking male detective walks into the room.

"Care to enlighten me?" I speak politely.

"Alright, let's cut to it then" He opens what I assume is my folder. It's a bit small you might say. A lot of missing gaps there. "So, your house has been searched and your brothers Enzo and Andrea have been detained. We found a few things in your house that I would like to discuss here today. It is quite concerning. Word of advice: I suggest owning up to it now and I could maybe cut you a deal here. You're a smart man right?" He attempts to get under my skin. He's got nothing.

"Not even going to talk huh?" he looks at me questioningly.

"Oh, I am. My lawyer should be here any minute now" I reply. 

"Why would you need a lawyer here? We are just having a little chat here"

"No offence detective but I am well within my rights to request a lawyer to avert myself from incriminating myself here."

"So you are hiding something then?" he looks at me suspiciously. He picks up his pen and begins to take notes of our 'discussion'.

"Sorry Detective, but trust is earned here. Asking for legal representation doesn't mean I am guilty, but it illustrates the inability of the system to safeguard the innocent." He storms out, leaving me to rest my legs on the metal table in front of me. 

ENZO POV

Alessandro had prepared too damn well for this. They had shit on us and they knew it. They were practically begging us to start talking. Kiss my ass Officers. I'll wipe the floor with you fuckers.

Ales was right about everything they would say. Everything was a trick but I requested my lawyer present. 

"Sir, You may as well start talking we know everything already. Your brothers told us everything," she says Did they shit? They wouldn't even say anything was a gun held to their head.

"No comment" I chuckled. "Let's get to it then. I am going to show you a couple of pictures here" she said bringing out a folder from her briefcase.

She started flicking through photos and looking up at me watching the facial expression that I kept neutral in every new photo put in front of me. Her folder was practically my scrapbook of all the people I had been in contact with. It was a pleasant confrontation for me but not so much for them. As she kept flicking through I admired my work. Dead, dead, tortured, dead, tortured, coma,dead,dead,tortured, coma, tortured,dead,dead,dead,dead. Damn, that's a long scrapbook I've made. Such fun. The funniest thing about this scrapbook is all these people are showing me they don't know about their whereabouts and will never know information other than I've been seen in public with them and that isn't a crime at all. I am just a polite person who speaks to everyone *wink*wink.