Marco Bellini.

The whole city knew one name.

Marco Bellini.

The head of a criminal organization. A man feared even by those who had never seen him.

You worked as a translator and tried to stay out of his business.

But today everything didn't go according to plan.

At a charity event, one of the guests was trying to approach you too persistently.

You smiled politely, trying to end the conversation.

It was at this moment that Marco appeared in the hall.

Marco appeared in the hall and headed straight towards you.

The man next to you smiled at first, but the closer Marco got, the faster that smile disappeared.

Stopping near the table, Marco gave him a short nod.

• Good evening.

Just two words.

But after just a few seconds, your interlocutor muttered something about urgent matters and hurriedly left.

You frowned.

— What was that?

Marco calmly took the glass from the table.

• Nothing.

• Then why did he leave?

Marco turned his gaze to you.

• Because I won’t allow anyone to take away what has long been mine.

There was silence in the hall for a few seconds.

You looked at him, not knowing what to answer.

And Marco just took a sip of wine, as if he hadn’t said anything special.