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Morgan Rivero is the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. Romeo Mazzaro, also known as Lucifer, is the leader of the second most powerful mafia, and is rapidly catching up.
Morgan is set to make Romeo, the heartless gang le...
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•Morgan•
When I agreed to this mission.. well, more like forced to undertake this mission, I did not expect I'd be sat in the back of some sort of truck, blindfolded, with my hand covered in blood.
It's not mine... I think.
"Ow!" I yell. "What the hell was that for?" I ask whoever just pricked me in the arm. I feel blood roll down my arm, making it tickle and itch, but my hands are tied so I can't do anything about it.
"So, where we going?" No answer.
"Can we get some food? Please?" No answer.
"Can—".
"Shut up", someone says from somewhere in this van—I assume this is a van.
"Hmmm, no", I drawl. This isn't the first time I've been kidnapped. "So—", before I can finish my sentence, the man next to me pulls my blindfold down, shoving it in my mouth. I groan, leaning my head back on the cold wall of the van.
I'm sat on a bench in the back of a van, next to a large, creepy man.
Ha, that rhymed.
"We're here", the driver says, stopping the van. Suddenly, a paper bag is put over my head so I can't see, and I'm being carried.
Damn, it's cold.
"Stay there", one of the men put me in a chair in a large, square room. They take off the paper bag and cloth in my mouth, and tie me to the chair.
"Well it's not like I can go anywhere".
"We'll be back soon", they say as they walk out of the room. I'm facing a door however, it's the door that leads outside, behind me is the door that the two guys went out of.
I hear groaning from behind me. "What the hell?" I mutter to myself. "Who's there?" I jump with my chair, turning around to face the other door. "Max?" Max is laying on a mattress in the corner of the room, to the left of the door. "Max what the hell? What's going on?"
"So, I see you're keeping each other company", one of the guys walks in.
"What the fuck is going on here. Why are we here?" I question.
"Look, I don't have time for this", he says, checking his watch. "I'll send someone in to keep an eye on you, then the real fun will begin", he walks out, shoving a teenage boy in. The boy looks frightened, he can't be more than sixteen years old.
