Chapter 22

Tartarus, American Mafia, USA

The royal blue falcon shining like liquid silver was imparched as an insignia on a letter delivered to the Tartarus – headquarters of the American mafia.

In this age of technology and advancement it was an element of surprise for them, that who was so old-school and laid back to give a piece of paper which could definitely be traced back.

Either the person was brave or a definite fool to do that.

After testifying it through more than twenty security posts, finally it was in the hands of the American Mafia Commander – Julian Romanov.

Twirling the letter in his hands his eyes landed on the seal – the falcon and his posture became rigid. Turning towards his right – a gigantic tech screen was covering the entire wall.

Opening the letter, he could make out four words written on a fully blank paper otherwise making his stone cold heart beat erratically.

‘THE FEAST HAS BEGUN.’

He set his office screen to connect