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Chapter 123 Sophia's Honey Trap

The biggest benefit of being in prison is peace and quiet - that's what Maroni originally thought.

However, it turned out that he was wrong.

After seeing Maroni imprisoned, some people could not help but make wishful calculations: the untouchable and powerful figure in Gotham City is now right in front of them. If they can leave a good impression in front of him and be regarded as a useful person by him - even if it cannot be said that they can reach the sky in one step, at least they can get some benefits. A drop in the bucket from this underworld boss is like a thigh for them.

Because of this, Maroni had seen enough of boring people recently. He didn't mind those with greed, but the prerequisite was that they had to be useful. However, to his disappointment, most of the people who came to offer themselves were useless and useless. They were just trying to curry favor with him.

Maroni, fed up with the harassment, could no longer bear this DDoS-like bombardment and simply told Vernon that he did not want to see anyone during this period, no matter who they were.

But today, Vernon's voice echoed in his ears again.

"Mr. Maloney, you have a visitor."

Hearing Vernon's voice, Maroni felt a little impatient, because this sentence had echoed in his ears dozens or hundreds of times in these days, and now he felt like vomiting when he heard it again.

He turned the page of the Gotham Daily in his hand and replied calmly, "I don't want to see anyone."

Vernon looked embarrassed at this time. He had always supported and carried out Sal Maroni's instructions unconditionally. This was the basis for him to be a good lackey. However, the person who came today was a tough guy, and he was a little afraid to refuse.

"But sir."

"Vernon, I don't want to say it again."

Just when Vernon didn't know how to answer, a figure pushed the door open and walked in, standing in front of the iron railings as if no one was around.

"Hello, Sal."

When Maroni heard the voice, his face changed slightly. He put down the newspaper in his hand and saw the unexpected visitor, as well as Vernon standing beside him with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Vernon, go ahead." He suddenly changed the subject. "I want to hear what this Falcone family member wants to talk to me about—you go find yourself something to do."

Vernon, as if he had been pardoned, left immediately and closed the door before leaving. He knew very well that he was not allowed to listen to such conversations between big men.

Seeing the door closed, Maroni put out the cigarette in his mouth. "I asked someone to test it. This prison is soundproofed. Once the door is closed, even if someone outside wants to eavesdrop, they can't hear anything. So, Sophia, does your father know you're here?"

The burly red-haired figure looked at the strange-looking Sal through the iron bars. Her eyes softened again and she replied, "It was my father who sent me here, Sal."

"Oh? Why did he send you here? To negotiate with me? Or to kill me? ——Would Sophia, the infamous Goddess of Death of the Falcone family, come only for peace?"

Sophia didn't respond to Maroni's slightly aggressive words. Her fiery red hair and sharp features almost stuck to the iron bars. She stared into Maroni's eyes, her tone tinged with resentment. "I've been to jail for you, Sal."

"I didn't quack like a duck, I didn't ask you to do anything in return, and when the police found me, I didn't tell them your name."

After hearing Sophia's words, Maroni could no longer maintain his cold attitude. He patted his chest excitedly, trying to cover up his guilt: "That's your business, and I have to do what I should do, the right thing!" However, he couldn't continue.

Sophia reached over the bars and gently pressed her index finger against his lips. "I missed you, Sal—I thought about you every night in prison."

In just a few minutes, the conversation between the two revealed a terrifying amount of information. If Carmine Falcone or Luigi Maroni heard this conversation, Gotham City would probably re-enact a gangster version of Romeo and Juliet - the kind with blood and gore.

Of course, it's possible for the two families to merge, but that's only if both Roman and Luigi are dead. The hope of two people from families that have been enemies for generations being together is slim. In fact, the fact that Maroni actually fell in love with the tall and burly Sofia was a miracle in itself.

When Sofia was rescued from prison and went to kill Maroni on the morning of her father's order, the two actually saw each other when they left. Sofia knew that she could never disobey her father's orders, and Maroni knew that Sofia put her feelings behind family hatred. Therefore, since she was released from prison, the two have never met again - until now.

They looked into each other's eyes, their hearts filled with affection, and they couldn't help but kiss each other across the bars, something they could never do in broad daylight. At this moment, in this quiet cell, it was one of the few places where they could express their feelings openly and without reservation.

After a deep kiss, the two looked at each other, and Sofia said, "The Falcone family will work with you to find the festival killer and the gunman who shot your father. We have been fighting for so many years, we shouldn't both end up in a loss and let someone else take advantage of us."

No.

A voice in Maroni's heart told him that it was the festival killer Alberto who had brought the Maroni family to this state, and it was the Falcone family who did it.

"Dad knows Dent got you into this mess, and we're all better off without Dent—I know you'll do the right thing, Sal."

Looking at Sofia's affectionate eyes, Maroni was stunned and speechless. The balance in his heart began to tilt gradually, not because of Falcone's promise, not because of weighing the pros and cons, and not because of hatred for Dent.

"Sophia, you have to know," he finally answered, "I don't trust Falcone, and I don't trust Harvey Dent. I agreed to this all because of you."

The door of the cell was opened and Sophia walked out. Seeing Vernon standing outside on guard, she said nothing and turned away.

And in the prison, Maroni's voice was heard.

"Vernon, come here!"

So he walked in quickly, came to the other party, and asked respectfully: "Mr. Maroni, what do you want?"

"When is my trial?"

"Uh, August 2nd."

"August 2nd, the Roman's birthday, is truly his lucky day."

"Today, I need you to cooperate with me to do something."

(End of this chapter)