Aftermath

Sebastian's POV

I finally made it out of the grand hall, my heart still racing from the intense shootout. I couldn't believe what had just happened. The festive atmosphere had turned into a bloodbath, and I was lucky to have made it out alive. I looked around, trying to get my bearings. The parking lot was empty, except for a few cars with shattered windows and bullet holes. I spotted my BMW, still intact, and made a beeline for it.

As I drove away from the grand hall, my mind raced with thoughts of Pablo and Sylvester. What was their endgame? Why had they orchestrated this chaos? I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was just a pawn in their game.

I drove for what felt like hours, my eyes scanning the rearview mirror for any signs of pursuit. Finally, I arrived at my safe house, a secluded cabin on the outskirts of town. I locked the doors, drew the curtains, and collapsed onto the couch, exhausted.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing. I hesitated for a moment before answering it. "Sebastian," a familiar voice said. "We need to talk."

It was Pablo.

"What do you want, Pablo?" I asked, my voice firm but wary.

"We need to meet. Face-to-face. No guns, no tricks. Just us."

I hesitated for a moment before agreeing. We arranged to meet at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.

As I arrived at the warehouse, I saw Pablo standing by the entrance, his eyes fixed on me. We walked inside, the only sound being the creaking of the old wooden beams.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" I asked, my hand resting on my gun.

"The truth," Pablo said, his eyes glinting with intensity. "About your mother's death. About Sylvester's plans."

My grip on my gun tightened. "What do you know about my mother?"

Pablo smiled, a cold, calculated smile. "More than you think, Sebastian. And I'm willing to share it with you... for a price."

And with that, the game changed. The stakes were raised, and I was left wondering what other secrets Pablo held in his arsenal.

I glared at Pablo, my mind racing with questions. What did he know about my mother's death? And what did he want in exchange for the truth?

"Tell me," I growled, my hand tightening on my gun.

Pablo chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "Not so fast, Sebastian. First, you need to understand the stakes. You see, your mother was more than just a innocent bystander. She was a key player in a much larger game."

I frowned, confusion etched on my face. "What are you talking about?"

Pablo leaned in, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "Your mother was working with me, Sebastian. We were trying to take down Sylvester's empire from the inside out. But something went wrong, and she got caught in the crossfire."

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. My mother, working with Pablo? It couldn't be true. But deep down, I knew Pablo wasn't lying.

"What do you want in exchange for the truth?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Pablo smiled again, his eyes glinting with triumph. "Oh, Sebastian. I want you to join me. Together, we can take down Sylvester and his empire once and for all. And in return, I'll give you the truth about your mother's death."

I hesitated, my mind racing with the implications. Join Pablo? Work with the man who had orchestrated the shootout at the grand hall? But the promise of the truth about my mother's death was too enticing to resist.

"Okay," I said finally, my voice firm. "I'm in."

Pablo's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Excellent choice, Sebastian. Together, we'll make Sylvester pay for what he's done."

And with that, I sealed my fate. I was now a pawn in Pablo's game, but I was determined to see it through to the end. Little did I know, the truth about my mother's death was only. The beginning.

I couldn't believe what I had just agreed to. Joining forces with Pablo, the man who had tried to kill me, felt like a betrayal to my own morals. But the promise of the truth about my mother's death kept me locked in this dangerous game.

Pablo handed me a folder, thick with documents and photos. "This is what we have on Sylvester's empire. Study it, learn it, and be ready to strike when the time comes."

I took the folder, my mind racing with questions. What kind of information could this contain? And what did Pablo mean by "strike when the time comes"?

As I delved into the folder's contents, my eyes widened in shock. This was more than just a simple dossier on Sylvester's business dealings. It was a web of deceit, corruption, and murder.

Sylvester's empire was built on lies, bribery, and intimidation. He had connections to the highest echelons of power, and his influence stretched far beyond the city limits.

But what caught my attention was a single name, mentioned in passing: my mother's.

I felt a chill run down my spine. What had my mother been involved in? And how did it connect to Sylvester's empire?

I looked up to see Pablo watching me, a calculating glint in his eye. "You see, Sebastian, your mother was more than just a innocent bystander. She was a key player in this game, and her death was just a small part of a much larger scheme."

I felt a surge of anger, mixed with a deep sadness. My mother, the person I thought I knew, was a stranger to me now.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, my voice firm.

Pablo smiled, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "I want you to help me take down Sylvester's empire, from the inside out. And in return, I'll give you the truth about your mother's death."

I knew then that I was trapped in a web of deceit, with no escape in sight. But I was determined to see this through, no matter the cost.

Pablo's POV

After a few days of thinking, I decided to give up on my method of approach to Sylvester and just act on instinct. So far, it's helping me move a step forward in dealing with him. With Sebastian as my unlikely ally, I now have a chance to infiltrate Sylvester's inner circle and gather crucial evidence to bring him down. "cazzo, è vero!" ( fuck, that's right)