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Marcello was worried with the way things were unfolding, but nothing was getting in the way of his goals. He needed the other bosses to yield, because he was determined to use the same system he had used to overrun the Mafia with these men. They were absorbed into his cell and given a percentage, mostly keeping the same level of income thanks to the expanded mode of operation.

He knew he couldn’t take away the source of their income and this was why he planned to leave it under their management except they now had access to routes owned by the Mafia, making it possible to ship even more products but at a percentage.

But pride and ego wouldn’t let them see straight, especially after that little game they pulled by trying to kill one of their own.

The girl, who was his daughter, walked into the room and sat on the chair. She removed the wig from her head, smudging the light makeup on her face. What appeared was nothing like the girl she had been portraying, because her smooth, youthful skin revealed faint wrinkles on her forehead. This was no girl—it was a woman well into adulthood. And it was clear this wasn’t the same person beneath the disguise.

“Why did you take it off?” Marcello asked, but the lady wasn’t concerned by his question. She was an actress, paid good money to play this role, and the money was life-changing even if it carried risk.

“I’m allowed to take breaks. I can’t have makeup on 24/7 or I’ll get a skin breakout,” the lady fired back. She was exhausted, and rightfully so. She didn’t even know why she was doing this in the first place, but the paycheck was big enough to keep her mouth shut.

The way she spoke, it sounded like she didn’t know who she was addressing, and maybe she truly didn’t. Marcello had never told her what his occupation was or how it was done. He had only given her the character traits and left her free to express them, as long as she followed the established rules.

“Are you okay? You look stressed,” the lady said. Who could blame him, considering everything that had happened?

“I’m okay. Just put your makeup back on,” Marcello muttered under his breath, like he was ashamed to look at her real face.

“Why? Does my face scare you?” the lady asked, but Marcello stayed quiet for a solid second.

“Olivia, put on your makeup. I won’t repeat myself.” Marcello’s voice was stern, and Olivia had no choice but to comply. He was the one signing her checks, and the last thing she wanted was for her employer to get mad at her—he could easily replace her with another actress.

This confirmed what Nakamura had said, but it was also clever on Marcello’s part. By keeping Olivia around, he could give the illusion of proximity. He showered her with the affection he would have given his real child, which only reinforced the illusion further. Everyone around him believed this was his daughter, as they had no reason to doubt it.

Olivia reapplied her makeup with impressive speed, like it was her natural talent. Marcello watched closely, and the relief on his face returned the moment his “daughter” reappeared.

“Happy now?” Olivia asked, and Marcello’s eyes softened.

“My sweet daughter…” Marcello whispered.

“He really takes this way too seriously,” Olivia thought to herself, but this was easy money. If she could keep this role, she might never have to appear on the big screen to make a living. This was more than enough, and she wasn’t about to ruin it.

“Father, are we going to do something about that man?” Olivia asked, deciding to stay in character.

“The man is needed. I cannot do anything reckless, because he might be the key to all of this,” Marcello said, as if he truly didn’t realize Olivia was standing in front of him. He had replaced his daughter with this woman, and it felt like more than acting.

“Can I have him then?” Olivia questioned. Marcello froze for a moment, unsure how to respond.

“What are you talking about?” Marcello asked sternly.

“I’m a woman, father,” Olivia replied, pushing her character while also pressing his buttons.

Marcello was silent, thinking it over. Olivia found it amusing how seriously he took all this. First Viktor had attacked Kyle out of nowhere, and now Marcello was talking to this woman like she was his real daughter—even though his daughter was still alive.

It would be understandable if she were dead, a coping mechanism. But she was alive, in another country. Did Marcello not know this? Or did he choose not to?

There were too many pieces that seemed connected, yet at the same time remained disconnected.

“I’ve never thought about that,” Marcello said after a pause. He knew she would eventually need to have a relationship if she was going to have children.

Olivia was stunned, but her concern grew as she realized he was taking the idea seriously. She was about to break character and tell him she was only joking, but Marcello spoke first.

“Okay then. I’ll arrange it,” Marcello said.

Olivia went speechless. Something was clearly wrong with this man.

“What the fuck have you gotten yourself into, Olivia?” she thought to herself.

–

Nakamura tapped the table, staring at the picture of Marcello’s daughter. His eyes held no emotion. Nakamura was cold, and this was the life he had been cursed with, even if he wanted no part in it. He couldn’t outrun the Yakuza or the ties he had with them.

He had done questionable things in the past, but Nakamura had never taken a life—at least not with his own hands. There had been a time when he was younger, more reckless, willing to bite the hand that fed him. Choices from that era tied him to a dark past, the very past that connected him to Marcello.

Seventeen years ago, Nakamura had been given a task by his father. A final act, one that could sever his bonds with the Yakuza. Nakamura had been skeptical. He knew what kind of man his father was, but this was the only way to gain his freedom.

He wanted no part in that life, despite being raised in it. He was willing to do anything to separate himself from that world. His father sponsored his trip to America and gave him start-up money to pursue whatever he wanted. But it came with a condition: Nakamura had to take a life.

He had never done that before, but this was the release clause. If he didn’t take this one life, he would be forced to take many more in the future. And the target for this assignment was none other than Marcello’s four-year-old daughter.

–

Seventeen years ago, a younger Nakamura arrived in the United States, the so-called land of opportunities. He couldn’t believe his father had agreed to his terms, though his father had not yet told him the details of the assignment.

Coming from a criminal family, Nakamura thought he could never live a normal life. Without his father’s blessing, the enemies of his family would use him as a weapon against them.

As per his father’s instructions, Nakamura spent weeks in America, adapting to the lifestyle, testing whether this was the life he truly wanted. His mind never wavered. He knew what he wanted to pursue—but the start-up capital his father had promised came with a condition.

“America is such a strange place,” Nakamura muttered under his breath, noticing how different it was from Japan in culture. Yet the differences only heightened his excitement.

“I know, right? It cannot be helped,” a man’s voice replied, carrying a faint Italian accent.

Nakamura turned and saw a young man, very handsome, with slicked-back hair and a sharp suit that screamed wealth.

“Didn’t anyone tell you it isn’t polite to eavesdrop?” Nakamura asked, raising a suspicious brow.

“Hahaha! I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention. I’m Marcello,” the young man said, introducing himself.

“It’s fine. I was just… how you say… pulling your leg?” Nakamura answered awkwardly.

“Ha! Your English isn’t half bad!” Marcello complimented, noticing from his mannerisms that Nakamura was new to the country.

Nakamura noticed he had a child in his arms and kept his voice down so he wouldn’t wake her up.

“Is she yours?” Nakamura questioned. He had practiced English before coming here.

“I may not look it but I’m a father. This little angel is my creation,” Marcello gushed, the look in his eyes instantly told Nakamura this child was his world.

“She is beautiful,” Nakamura whispered, admiring this man’s child.

Marcello smiled at him but even this coincidental meeting was predestined to happen.

Nakamura was to make contact with this man and did so without any suspicion because Marcello was a receptive man.

He inserted himself into his world, the young heir of the Vescari family even though he had no idea what his father’s next and final assignment would be.

An assignment.

One that would change Nakamura forever.