TRAITORS DIE SLOWLY 2
Chaos in Volscara – Who Killed Anton Sorelli?
The murder of Anton Sorelli sent shockwaves through the streets of Volscara. Rumors spread like wildfire. Some whispered that the Black Sun Syndicate had orchestrated it, while others suspected a betrayal from within the Vescari Syndicate itself.
The crime scene had been ruthless. Anton's body was found tied, his chest carved with the chilling message:
"TRAITORS DIE SLOWLY."
Every criminal in the city now asked the same questions.
Who did this? Who knew Anton was the rat? And what did it mean for the war between the syndicates?
The Vescari Syndicate was in turmoil, its leadership shaken. The Black Sun Syndicate, on the other hand, remained silent. Too silent.
And in the shadows, Dominic Graves had already claimed the victory as his own—whether it was true or not.
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Dominic Graves and Elias – The Oath of the Black Sun Syndicate
Elias entered Dominic Graves' office, still trying to process the chaos in the city. Before he could say a word, Graves stood and walked toward him with an approving smirk.
"I'm proud of you, Elias," Graves said, patting him on the shoulder. "You did exactly what was needed."
Elias frowned. "What are you talking about?"
Graves chuckled, lighting a cigar. "Anton Sorelli. You took him out like a real professional. No hesitation. No loose ends."
Elias opened his mouth to protest, to tell him he had nothing to do with it, but Graves raised a hand.
"Before you say anything, save it." Graves exhaled smoke. "Tonight, we celebrate. You're coming with me to the Black Sun Syndicate's stronghold."
Elias felt his heartbeat quicken. "Why?"
Graves smirked. "To swear the oath, of course. You're officially becoming one of us."
Before Elias could process what was happening, Graves guided him out of the office.
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The Black Sun Syndicate – Swearing the Oath
The Black Sun Syndicate's headquarters was an old cathedral-turned-nightclub, its stained-glass windows replaced with darkened glass, its halls filled with the most dangerous criminals in the city.
Elias stood before them, with Dominic Graves at his side. The room was silent, all eyes on him.
Graves placed a black dagger in Elias' hands. "Repeat after me."
Elias took a deep breath.
"I pledge my loyalty to the Black Sun."
The crowd murmured in approval.
"I forsake my past, my name, my soul."
Elias hesitated for a second before continuing.
"I will obey without question, fight without fear, and bleed for my brothers."
He felt the weight of the words settle over him.
Graves placed a hand on his shoulder. "You belong to us now, Elias. There is no turning back."
The room erupted into cheers. Elias was now one of them.
And in that moment, he knew—he was deeper in this world than he had ever imagined.
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Sheriff Thomas Grayson and Adrian Vescari – A Dangerous Game
Back at the police station, Sheriff Thomas Grayson entered Adrian Vescari's cell with a grim expression.
Vescari leaned back, looking unimpressed. "Come to let me out, Sheriff?"
Grayson shook his head. "Anton Sorelli is dead."
The words hit Adrian like a bullet. His smirk disappeared, replaced by something darker. "Who did it?"
Grayson crossed his arms. "That's the question everyone's asking."
Vescari's hands clenched. "You think this is over, Sheriff?"
Grayson remained calm. "I think this city has a way of handling its own criminals."
Adrian's eyes narrowed. "If you don't let me out of here, I swear, you will regret it."
Grayson didn't flinch. "There was something else on his body."
He pulled out a photograph of the corpse, showing the words carved into Anton's chest.
"TRAITORS DIE SLOWLY."
Vescari's anger turned into something else—amazement.
Whoever did this knew.
But how?
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Adrian Vescari's Thoughts – The Rat Revealed?
As Adrian sat alone in his cell, his mind raced.
Was Anton Sorelli the rat all along?
He had trusted Anton for years. But if the message was true, someone had found out before he did.
But who?
Was it an inside betrayal from one of his own men?
Or was it the Black Sun Syndicate, playing a bigger game?
He clenched his fists. Whoever did this… they knew too much.
And they would pay.
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The Vescari Syndicate Meeting – Doubt and Paranoia
Inside a safehouse, the remaining leaders of the Vescari Syndicate gathered.
Luca "The Hammer", Manuel Orsolini, Andrew Golini, and others sat around a dimly lit table.
Luca slammed a bottle down. "Who the hell killed Anton?!"
The room fell silent.
Manuel spoke first. "That's the problem. We don't know."
Andrew frowned. "Maybe it was the Black Sun."
Luca shook his head. "If they wanted war, they'd do it in the open. This was personal."
Silence.
Then doubt started creeping in.
Could it have been one of them?
Manuel leaned forward. "If someone knew Anton was the rat, how did they find out before Adrian?"
Andrew narrowed his eyes. "Unless… someone in this room already knew."
The air turned heavy with suspicion. Each man looked at the other, wondering.
Then, a knock at the door.
A small envelope was slipped under it.
Luca grabbed it, ripping it open.
Inside was a single sheet of paper.
Written on it, in bold letters:
"TRAITORS DIE SLOWLY."
The room went dead silent.
Someone was watching them.
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