The Return of the Killer ch1

Marta, the nurse who had just finished her shift at the hospital after a long day, held her lab coat in her delicate hands. On her way home, in the darkness, she suddenly stopped when she saw a figure standing in the middle of the road—just one person. Marta's eyes widened in shock, and her tension was clear on her face, her heart pounding faster as she tried to distance herself from this unbearable presence.

Her lab coat slipped from her hands, and she felt a sense of confusion and shivering throughout her body. Memories flooded her mind, reminding her of how she once lived with him, of how she existed in his dark and frightening world. Before she could shake herself out of her thoughts, she felt him approach slowly, his eyes never leaving her. The sound of his footsteps was loud.

"Marco..." she whispered, her body growing tenser, not knowing how to stand or move.

He stood before her, invading her personal space, his scent enveloping her from all sides. He looked down at her with his sharp eyes as his large hand slowly wrapped around her waist, pulling her toward him. He pressed her body against his as if she were under his control.

He bent down to her height, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered in his rough, dangerous voice, carrying that tone she could never mistake: "?Did you miss me"

Chapter One

In the dark meeting room, a long table occupied the center, where the mafia boss sat with the leaders of neighboring mafia families. The dim lights revealed faces in mysterious shadows, and everyone's eyes were on Marco, the advisor standing behind the mafia boss (Vincenzo).

Vincenzo sat in the middle of the table, directly facing the opposing boss. His posture in the chair was different from the others. He wasn’t just sitting; it seemed as though the chair had been designed specifically for him. One leg rested over the other in a calm but commanding manner, his eyes intensely focused on the opposing boss, as if studying every word, every movement, every detail.

His hands rested on the chair’s arms, but he leisurely took slow puffs from his long cigar, as if each breath was filled with deep thought. The smoke rose in the air, forming a faint veil around his head, adding to his imposing presence, while he remained still, like a statue. His face was unreadable, and his bright eyes silently observed the opposing boss.

As Vincenzo watched the opposing boss, he showed no clear reaction, but there was a hidden challenge in his eyes. His gaze was sharp, precise, as if analyzing every word spoken, searching for any gap or opportunity in his opponent’s speech. It was the kind of gaze no one could escape. Everything was under his deep scrutiny.

The opposing mafia boss henry (speaking in a calm yet tense tone, addressing Vincenzo): "As we know, Vincenzo, the deal we're discussing isn’t just an exchange of goods. We're here to negotiate much larger interests, economic lines that could affect everything in the region. But there’s always someone looking to get more. And we’re here to ensure things stay on track."

He paused for a moment, then looked at the mafia leaders sitting with him, as if reading their expressions before continuing. He had plans in mind and knew exactly how to control the situation. Vincenzo remained silent, but his eyes never left the opposing boss.

The opposing mafia boss henry (continuing): "But if anyone thinks this deal is just an understanding between parties, I tell them that's not true. We’re here seeking guarantees. If this deal is going through, there must be new terms. Terms that we cannot compromise on. We’re not dealing with enemies, but with potential partners in power. Every step we take must be calculated. So, what guarantees do we have that things will stay under our control?"

His words flowed confidently from his mouth, but Vincenzo was watching closely. He listened to every word, every tone in the voice. Inside, he was analyzing, thinking, and planning his next steps. Vincenzo wasn’t a man who talked much, but when he did, his words were heavy and decisive.

The opposing mafia boss henry (directing his speech to Vincenzo, as he reached for a glass of wine): "If you want to know what makes this deal successful, the answer is simple: mutual trust. If there is no trust, everything falls apart. And personally, I am not willing to risk everything for something that won’t achieve our goals. I want guarantees, not empty promises."

Everyone fell silent for a moment, all eyes on Vincenzo. He showed no reaction, remaining silent, his eyes fixed on the opposing boss, observing every detail of his expressions. He believed that words were insufficient in such meetings; it was the movements and the glances that revealed everything.

henry (smiling faintly, his gaze sharp): "But let me tell you that I’m ready to take risks. I’m ready to take those risks because I know the world only changes when we move. But among us, some think about the future differently. And more importantly, there are those who are watching our every move. So, if anyone thinks this deal will be just a regular deal, I think they’ll soon find out how wrong they are."

Then he added, his voice carrying an indirect threat as he looked at Marco: "If this deal doesn’t go as it should, I’ll go back to my wife, who will understand how to treat me..."

Marco's dark eyes narrowed as he realized what Henry meant.

Vincenzo stared at the opposing boss with a faint smile. There was nothing in his expression to suggest concern, but he didn’t take his eyes off the opposing boss. Every word spoken seemed to trigger something larger, something Vincenzo was ready to face with all his strength.

Everyone left the room after the opposing boss had spoken those words, while Vincenzo remained in place, silent, as if reflecting on the consequences of what had transpired. He knew this meeting wasn’t just about a deal; it was the beginning of something much bigger, and time would reveal everything.

After the deal was finalized, Vincenzo sat in his chair, his sharp features and bright eyes giving off an aura of calm, as though he were a king in his den. He raised his hand to grab his long cigar, taking a deep puff before lowering his gaze confidently at his advisor, Marco.

Vincenzo (looking at Marco cautiously, pressing for an answer): "I noticed you changed your mind suddenly, Marco. What made you change your stance on the deal? You were against it at first. What’s the reason?"

Marco (coldly, lifting his head and staring at Vincenzo as if weighing every word before answering): "After thinking it over, I realized this deal could be beneficial. But that doesn’t mean I’ll take any uncalculated steps. We need to be careful, as the gang we’ll be dealing with is full of betrayal and risks. We must be ready for every possibility."

Vincenzo (leaning back in his chair, smiling faintly as he watches Marco's reaction): "So you think they’re capable of betraying us, huh? What scenarios are running through your mind?"

Marco (taking a deep breath, then speaking in a calm, steady voice): "Of course, sir. Gangs like these rely on manipulation and deception. But we know how to face them. If they think they can deceive us or manipulate the deal, they’re mistaken. Every step we take is calculated, and we’re ready for whatever happens."

Vincenzo (in a calm voice, but with an underlying threat): "I’m confident you know what you’re doing, Marco. But you must understand that we can’t be so cautious that we miss the opportunity. Think about how we’ll pressure them."

Marco (smiling faintly, despite the tension in the room): "You know me well, sir. I always find the button to press at the right moment."

to be continues......

Note: English translation processed by AI (I can't speak English well)

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