Noah took a step forward. He turned his head to his right where Flavio had been. They had both been called to the crime scene. And even though death was part of their everyday life, none of them was usually called because of a simple murder. They had people to take care of things like that. This time was different.
TheCapoheld his breath as he got closer, then he looked down. His eyes rested upon the sight of a little girl’s body. Her blond hair was scattered around in a broken halo, stained with dried blood. Her blue-green eyes were wide open expressing the shock and terror that she must have felt as she was dying. Her clothes, an orange dress with white dots and a jean jacket were discarded, lying a few feet away, drenched in blood. There were only her panties left and they were barely holding on, ripped in the middle; nothing left to the imagination as to what had exactly happened to her. Her body was slumped over, half-sitting, half-laying on the frozen floor. She was not older than eleven. And it brought shivers down Noah’s spine. He turned away as his stomach heaved. Showing strength was too hard under the pressure of such a heinous crime.
As a mafia boss, he wouldn’t be able to order anyone to kill a child. Not to mention rape. There were standards to be upheld. Morals to be kept. And even though he was a monster, this required a special kind of sociopath to direct their anger and sick desire towards a young kid who had their whole life ahead.
His hands clenched in fists. "Who did this?"
Nicodemo sighed, shaking his head. "I don’t know. One of the bouncers found her like this."
"Do we know anything about her?" asked Flavio, examining the body. He was more resilient and could look at the girl’s body. With sorrow nonetheless.
Both brothers were thinking of Sienna.
"Nothing."
"Get her to the morgue. Someone is to make a thorough autopsy. We want to know everything there is about her and what happened to her," Noah seconded, and with a quick glance at the child, he backed towards the car, not able to be there any longer.
Flavio exchanged a few sentences with the Enforcer and soon joined his brother. "We will get to the bottom of who touched the girl. No one stays alive after committing such a vicious act. Especially in our city."
"After everything is done, I want her to be properly taken care of. When you find out where she lived, I will go to her family," theCaposaid, trying to calm down.
It was hard and he wished to be home right now. Where Inéz was waiting for him. She would be able to get his mind off the horrors of his life.
"Of course."
Heels clicked on the sidewalk. "I want to help with the investigation."
Lynette was standing a few feet away, dressed in a tight red dress and black high heels. She looked as if she had just returned from a party, which wouldn’t be such a far-fetched idea seeing as it was almost four in the morning. The girl smiled.
"What are you still doing in Las Vegas?"
She shrugged. "Business as always," she said simply. "But I suppose I will be staying a little longer now."
Lynette, for some reason, seemed as moved by the young girl’s death as the men were.
Flavio snorted. "Not going to happen," he seethed. There was no chance the man would get used to her presence or feel anything other than hatred for the woman anytime soon. No matter what she’d done for them.
However, Noah couldn’t be bothered by what had been anymore. He preferred to live in the present and work with those who knew what to do and how to do it. Lynette was one of those people. Whatever had happened to her in those four years, it had shaped her into a strong woman that could hold her own better than most men.
His grey eyes darkened as he nodded towards the girl. He was clearly agreeing to her help. "Perhaps monsters need to look out for each other from time to time."
INHIBITED
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Acknowledgements
The biggest thank you goes to Massimo who never once to my knowledge tried to kill me. When my anxiety hit while writing this book, you always were able to calm me down and help with a few important scenes.
To my amazing editors and best friends, Zuzia and Miruna. You not only do an amazing job editing my books but also giving me advice, helping when I am stuck between different scenarios. I couldn’t do that without you.
My parents who have complained that I rarely leave my room on numerous occasions. Those books are the reason why. I love you.
To my brother who is always able to find time for me. Thank you for your work on the cover. It’s perfect.
Francisco who is the first person to read my books and give me his opinion. I value them and you a lot. Thank you.
About the author
Anna Widzisz was born in 1998 in Poland. She studies International Business for her bachelor’s degree. From a very young age she's been writing stories, slowly honing her skills. She also loves traveling, dancing and, of course, reading.
The dark world of the Mafia has always drawn her in and it shows in the countless hours
