(Filippo Valentini)
Before getting in the car, I check if there is anyone suspicious looking at me along the length of the street, everything seems to be normal. I go in and start. The memory of the sweet smell that Renata has comes to mind, I held myself not to throw her face down on that table and fuck her until she couldn’t feel her legs anymore.
Besides a beautiful face and body, she has very good culinary skills, I felt like I was eating macaroni fresh out of an Italian kitchen, I liked the nostalgia.
I wished I had asked more questions her, but she would notice that I inquired into her life, I was hoping that she would interact more and also ask me something, so that the conversation would be more natural and I could question with the excuse that I was just curious about the course of the conversation, but she just ate in silence after saying that her father had died.
In the investigation, the name of her father does not consist in her documents, only the name of her mother, Sandra Moreira Pellegrini. I observed the photo of the woman, and she has nothing to do with the daughter, fucei until finding the sanguineous type of both and they have no kinship whatsoever. In other words, Renata is adopted.
I also looked up the name of Renata’s grandmother, no one other than the two of them has Pellegrini as a last name, which captivates me. Sandra was not officially married to anyone and does not even have donation documents, nor does she have prenatal registration or anything else, but her name appears as mother and out of nowhere she came up with a different last name.
This story is told very badly.
The sound of the beeper pulls me out of my thoughts.
“We found a clue, I am sending the location, I already ordered your subordinates to go, you have ten minutes to arrive,” the head of the department passes me the instruction for the radio.
“I’m on my way,” I hang up.
My third sleepless night, I take my mask out of the glove compartment and put it on, the only opening in it is for me to see. No one can know my identity.
I don’t like working for the FBI, I’m only there because of the deal I made with my brother Matteo. But at least I manage to rid the world of some parasites.
I don’t remember the last time I had a good fuck, Emilia sometimes had a quickie with me in the bathroom during a meeting break, but she just disappeared from the map. She was the only one who had me between her legs more than once, she didn’t charge me anything and didn’t cheat herself, and she was my best option, since I only live to work, she saved me time.
Anyway, this is no time to think about sex, I’ll end that maggot’s career today!
My heart is racing, I can feel the blood rushing through my veins at the same speed as the wheels of the car spin on the asphalt. I pull my extra cartridge of bullets out of the glove compartment and slip it into my pocket.
I had been on that quest for five years and finally found that bastard’s true identity. A string of false leads and a lot of fearful people could only mean someone powerful.
The sound of screeching tires brought me out of my thoughts, making me realize that I had arrived at my destination, a poor neighborhood in one of the northern boroughs of New York City. He actually had the nerve to come back here, even after almost getting caught.
“Sir?”, Raul, one of my most faithful companions, knocks on my window pane, though he is the most faithful, even he does not know my true identity.
I take my gun out of the coldre and leave it open, get out of the car and point it upwards.
“Surround the building,” I order.
I make a hand gesture and they do move, forming a semi-circle until they cover all possible entrances and exits of the building.
“Be careful, Filippo,” I hear my mother’s voice every time I enter a direct confrontation. I know she prays for me as much as for my brothers, we were born to live dangerously not knowing if we will be alive tomorrow.
Two of my colleagues follow in front of me and put their foot in the front door. When the wood gives way under the impact, my heart races even faster. I want to be able to soothe the hearts of the relatives of all the children this bastard slaughtered.
Adrenaline rushes through my veins, I can feel the blood in my eyes with the expectation of fulfilling the mission I had been given at the funeral of the first child who was a victim of that bastard, five years ago.
The building does look like an abandoned motel. There were some women at the entrance who ran when they saw us, and the men with them were pinned down by my men before they had time to think about getting their guns. I walked up to the one at the counter and pointed the gun at his head, gritting my teeth.
“Where is he?”
The boy swallowed and turned pale.
“Don’t make me ask again, cazzo!,” I mumble, put my gun to his temple and see the tears glistening in his eyes.
” I-in the laboratory,” he answers shakily, for sure this is a beginner, but so dirty how much who the contracted it.
I hit him in the middle of the forehead, leaving him unconscious on a chair.
My men waited for my instructions and climbed the side stairs leading upstairs. I followed in their midst, shielding myself from the front and back so as not to be hit by surprise. We walked down the hallway, knocking down doors, finding some empty, others occupied by men and prostitutes. In fact, they were not prepared for my invasion and we caught them with their pants down.
At the last door in the hallway, as the wood fell, I saw man of the foot, with a gun pointed in my direction. The damn ghost I’ve been chasing for five long years.
The man in the suit, with brown hair and eyes, about forty years old, was Tiago Bravanel, former mafia boss in Palermo, he was supposed to have been executed, but he escaped and started the dirty business of organs and children.
“Finally face to face, I had a hard time finding you,” I say looking him in the eyes, he just laughs sideways.
“I have good allies,” he replies calmly.
“Apparently they are not so good, even though they managed to get you out of the mafia execution, they won’t get you out of me,” I tell him with an air of smugness.
“Ragazzo, I only came here to get information about the girl.”
“What girl?”
He lets out a small smile, I try to remember if there is someone involved with him in his past, but no name appears. Who is he talking about?
“None of your business,” he answers with a frown, but soon starts to smile, “But I will tell you, as a way to make up for all the effort you had to find me, traitor”, this worm opens a disgusting smile showing all his teeth, why is he calling me a traitor?, “I am referring to the heiress of the Martinelli famiglia.”
This excrement montage discovered my identity! He can only be talking about my fiancée! I left her behind and that is why she is now missing, which leaves the current Don of the Martinelli family full of rage.
“We will meet again, ragazzo,” he speaks and my vision begins to blur.
Only now I notice the strong smell of narcotics, I look around and all my men are already unconscious on the ground. That bastard, I’m going to kill him!
I pull the trigger three times, but seeing three of him makes me miss every shot. You worthless maggot.
“Get the bags, let’s get out of here,” I hear his voice in the distance, I fall to the ground helplessly.
“Thank you for running away and betraying the Martinelli family,” he whispers in my ear. “Thanks to you, I can have my redemption, ragazzo.”
How could I have been so careless? That will not remain like this!