Chapter 1 - THE TRAP
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|Narias POV|
Dante: Damn it, we’re finished!
Gabriel: Gather the men quickly—we need to get out before they come!
Everyone was running around like mad, trying to collect the goods. But this was my plan all along—a plan to finally teach Donches, the Chief Prosecutor of the Special Court, a lesson.
Dante: What the hell are you doing? They’re coming—we need to leave!
I gave him a single look, and he understood. I’ve always preferred to speak with my eyes rather than with words.
Dante: Are you insane? They’ll throw us in prison—this time, there’s nowhere to run.
I glanced out the window and saw them already arriving.
Dante: This is the end for us!
The police stormed in, raiding everything, and Donches himself arrived with several prosecutors. He ordered them to put me in handcuffs, but I only gave him a look.
Donches: At last! I’ve been waiting years for this moment.
I stayed calm, refusing to even look at him.
Donches: Stay silent if you want—it’s over for you.
Everyone around him was laughing with joy. And then—right there—the real surprise began.
X: Mr. Chief Prosecutor!
Donches: Tie him up fir—
X: The boxes marked as narcotics… contain nothing but cotton.
Slowly, a smile curved across my face. I stared straight into Donches’s eyes as his rage ignited.
Donches: Impossible! Check again!
X: We checked thoroughly. There’s nothing inside—only cotton.
Donches: How can this be? Damn you, Narias! You always find a way to escape. You’ve crossed the line! May God curse you! You—this isn’t over! I’ll send the best prosecutor after you and end this once and for all. I’m done with you!
They all stormed out of the place, and Dante came closer to me.
Dante: I swear, even I’m starting to fear you.
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|Atalanta POV|
Hera: The meeting’s starting soon. Get ready!
Atalanta: Alright!
I gathered a few documents I thought we might need and walked into the meeting room, where all the prosecutors were seated. I took my place at the table.
Donches: Let’s begin, if you’re ready.
We all nodded.
Donches: Yesterday, we returned from Italy once again empty-handed, once again defeated. I’m tired of this. Every time I think I’ve got that criminal in my hands, he slips right through my fingers. He’s crossed the line, and I’ve had enough. If we fail again this time, I swear I’ll resign!
His voice was trembling with tension, heavy with hatred.
Sara: So what do we do?
Bruno: We need a solid plan. He’s careful, precise, and he knows exactly where and how to move. It won’t be easy, but we’ll push until the very end.
Sara: Are we going there ourselves to capture him?
Donches: Yes. This time, you’ll go. Four, maybe five of you. And don’t you dare return empty-handed.
It was a matter that didn’t interest me at all. Honestly, I had come here for nothing.
Donches: Do we have any volunteers?
Naturally, I would never accept. How could I leave my family behind? I couldn’t go to Italy.
Donches: I already have a few names in mind—the best among us. They will go.
Uninterested, I lowered my head and examined the design on my nails.
Donches: Atalanta!
I quickly turned my head.
Atalanta: I’m sorry!
Donches: For what?
Atalanta: For not listening. Forgive me—I’ll focus now.
Donches: I didn’t call you for that. You are the first on my list to go to Italy.
Atalanta: What? N-no… I can’t!
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