Chapter 75

“Luiza it’s me!” I said loudly my voice filled with a sense of urgency as I quickly spoke. “Raf is on his way to Campani’s place right now and we have to do something to stop him. We need to stop him right away! He believes that he can save Dahlia but let me tell you it’s a trap!” The words came spilling out of my mouth hurriedly and anxiously with each sentence feeling like it was fighting to get out of my throat.

“What? Iris? Really? I can't believe what I'm hearing right now!” Her voice was filled with panic and it sounded just like the overwhelming fear that was building up inside of me. “I just don't get it. Are you completely sure about this? You mean it?”

“Yes definitely! I need you to assist him in any way you can! Please use all of your connections and do anything necessary!” I pleaded with intensity feeling a deep sense of urgency making it difficult for me to speak as I struggled to keep myself calm and collected.

“Iris wait! Slow down! What if—”

However, at that moment, I was already pressing the button to end the call. A sense of urgency surged through me making any worries I had about her questions disappear completely.

I kept telling myself “Not now.” I knew I needed to act quickly because every second was important and I didn’t have a single moment to waste.

I quickly shift the car into gear pressing down hard on the gas pedal as I race toward the warehouse that belongs to the Bellotti family. The engine lets out a roar almost as if it's complaining about the speed while the tires scream against the pavement as I navigate through a complex maze of twisting roads with a wild determination.

The weight of my decision feels very heavy on my chest as if I am carrying a large stone constantly reminding me of how much is at stake. If the Bellottis refuse to help me or if they take too long to answer or brush aside my request I might never get a second chance to change the situation we are facing.

In that case, Raf would be heading straight into a dangerous situation without any backup. Just imagining that possibility is too much for me to bear it's a horrifying thought that pushes me to drive even faster.

As I drove into the dirty and neglected parking lot I could feel a strong sense of tension in the air. It was so thick that it almost seemed like I could cut through it with a knife it felt that heavy.

The old worn asphalt beneath me was covered in dark oil stains and bits of trash a stark contrast to the shiny polished world I was used to navigating before. When I finally stepped out of my car I could feel my heart racing and adrenaline coursing through my body.

It made everything around me seem sharper and more intense and urged me to move closer to the large and heavy steel doors that stood before me. They seemed to block my path and felt quite intimidating like they were daring me to approach.

At the entrance, a few guards were watching me closely. When they turned to face me I could see the looks of skepticism and suspicion on their faces almost as if their expressions were dripping with worry like the way rainwater might fall from a leaf.

“Hey! You are not allowed to just walk in there!” one of them shouted. His voice was as rough and tough as the angry expression that was firmly fixed on his face.

It was obvious that he was very serious about stopping me and it looked like he was ready to do whatever it took to prevent me from getting through without a struggle.

“I need to talk to your boss right now!” I shouted in response feeling a strong sense of defiance rising inside me. It was as if my determination to stand my ground was much stronger than my instinct to back down and walk away. “This is very urgent!”

The second guard who was a bit overweight and seemed to have an exaggerated sense of importance laughed quietly at my daring attitude. He looked at me with a sneer and said “Sure and I also need a million dollars darling. Now just get lost” he added emphasizing his words by pointing his finger firmly toward the driveway. It was as if he wanted to shove me back into my car without any respect or courtesy.

I felt a deep sense of frustration rising inside me almost like a dangerous mixture boiling away. Without really thinking things through or understanding the consequences of my actions I suddenly shouted “I can help you take down Campani!”

As soon as the words left my mouth I realized I had spoken before I could think about what I was saying. The guards who were nearby stopped for a moment. They looked at each other and I could see their faces change slightly. Instead of looking annoyed, there was now a spark of curiosity in their eyes. My surprising statement seemed to catch their attention.

“Can you help us?” one of them said after a moment of silence. He stood there with his arms crossed tightly over his chest showing that he was not easily convinced. You could see that he was still skeptical especially since his eyes narrowed as he looked at me.

“Why should we believe you?” he continued his voice carrying a tone that suggested my claim was serious. However, beneath his serious tone, there was also a hint of curiosity as if he was interested in what I had to say despite his doubt.

“Because I have witnessed the terrible things he does!” My feelings of anger rose inside me powerful and intense with the truth behind what I was saying giving me strength and pushing me to keep talking. “I was involved in it! Campani shows no mercy and he has taken someone important away from me—someone who I believe you should also care about!”

My heart was pounding loudly in my chest as I continued to speak and you could hear the urgency in my voice. “Iris the girl who was spying on you. I have been wronged just like you have been. If we join forces and work together we can defeat him!”

The guards were starting to show a strong interest in what was happening now. It was clear that they were paying close attention. However one of the guards took a step forward. He reached down to his hip pulled out a gun from its holster and aimed it right at me. He seemed surprisingly calm which made the situation feel even more tense and unsettling.

“Are you sure this isn’t some kind of trick?” he asked me his tone almost sarcastic. “You seem way too cute to be a hitman” he added with a smirk that was barely visible at the corners of his mouth suggesting that he thought he was being clever or funny…