King of the Underworld by RJ Kane

King of the Underworld

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Sephle

We were all in Adrik’s office, waiting for Viktor to bring Dario back. Everyone was still tired from our late night with Trino the night before, but we’d all been on edge about Dario ever since Stephen brought it up. 1, for one, was happy to get it checked off the list of things we needed to be worrying

about.

Viktor walked in with Dario a few minutes later. He looked much better than the last time I’d seen him. He had shaved his heard; his hair was neater, He looked a little happier than last time. I caught myself studying him more closely as he walked in the office. I watched Adrik as he shook hands with him, not seeing anything out of the ordinary.

Viktor had said that Dario had been grateful the entire time he’d been at the building. He never complained. He always asked the guards that were on him to send word to Adrik that he appreciated everything. He was really happy to get moved to a better room over the weekend, telling the guards be liked the bed better in the new room. He’d requested a few books to read, but otherwise, he was quiet and kept to himself.

The last time we saw him, he looked frightened. Scattered, even. He couldn’t focus on one thing for very long. I was surprised when he wouldn’t look at any of us in the eyes for very long. It took me a bit to get him to look at me when we talked to him before. This time, he seemed more confident again. Calmer. It seemed like his time away from Massimo had been good for him.

He greeted everyone politely, taking a seat across from Adrik’s desk. I was on the cabinet behind his desk in my favorite spot to watch people. I glanced at Ivan when Dario sat down. He shook his head no.

“I can’t see anything. He doesn’t even have anything hanging around him,” he told me.

Andrei shared what he was seeing. Surprisingly, his aura didn’t look that bad. It was in need of repair, but compared to the man we’d seen before, 1 was surprised at how strong his aura was this time.

I didn’t feel Misha’s nausea, either, which was also a favorable sign for Dario,

“How are things working out with the other bosses?” Dario asked. He’d been kept in the dark about everything that had happened with the other bosses. He didn’t know about any of it.

Adrik inhaled deeply. “There are only three left, along with Ricardo.”

Dario chuckled. “What of Lorenzo?”

“Dead.”

left, if you don’t mind

and

a few moments. He looked visibly relieved to learn that Massimo was no longer among the living. “What happened to

him on fire and threw him off a

me at first. He thought I was joking.

you the video if you

actually, I think that’s a fitting end to the horrors that man caused during his

video and tossed it to Dario. He replayed it several times, obviously enjoying

never thought I would outlive him,” he said,

know about Ricardo De Luca?”

There was always something about him that Massimo didn’t like, so we kept our business with him to a minimum. He

it was he didn’t like about him?” Ivan asked.

the same as with

want competition. He enjoyed knowing he was the

mother? Was Sal with her or was she just a fling that resulted in

something or you wouldn’t be asking me. Anthony wasn’t Sal’s kid. He was Massimo’s kid. Massimo was married at the time that his mistress got pregnant. She tried to break up his marriage, so he cut her off to get back at

did that work? If Massimo cut Anthony’s mother off, why would he care if Sal ki lled Anthony?

was more the principal of it for Massimo. Not that he had any love for Anthony. He just didn’t want to live a life knowing that Sal had ki lled

my breath. “Did Anthony know Massimo was

I don’t know. He should’ve at least suspected. He didn’t look anything like Sal’s other kids. He

many other kids did Massimo

in the business, Last I knew. Both are spoiled completely rotten and just want to spend money without having to work

Sal? How many kids does he

kids and grandkids, too. He started having kids when he was still young, so he has quite a few with a few kids of their own now.” He thought for a moment, like he was counting in his head. “I think

with the one less brother,”

my statement. “Huh. How did Sal take that?”

He fled to Italy, with Niko and Vito close behind him,”