Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

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“Welcome, gentlemen!” Alfonso greeted from the head of the table, his eyes moving from one man to another. They were six in number and looked deadly with the different scars and tattoos covering up their bodies from head to toe.

One of the men grunted in response and turned to whisper to the man sitting next to him. He nodded in return and glared at Alfonso before turning to whisper to the next person. They continued that way while Alfonso remained quiet. He didn’t utter a word or try to interfere. Instead, he sat still, watching each of them and taking notes of their movements.

The room was dimly lit and filled with strong smoke from different pipes and cigarettes. The atmosphere was cold and unsettling too. One who was not strong enough could not stand in there firmly, let alone, speak.

“Where is Padrino?” Donovan, the oldest man in the room growled. He had a deadly scar running underneath his eyes and down the side of his face. “We requested a meeting with him, not you, stupid son of a wh? re!” [Padrino; Godfather in Spanish]

“Where is your boss?” Another asked, his Russian accent thick and hard. “Sergio De Niro?”

“Relax…!” Alfonso tried to speak but paused when one of the men drew out a gun and pointed at his forehead.

“Say that bullshi*t one more f*cking time and I will blast your f*cking head off. Do we look like f*cking shitbags to ya?”

Alfonso remained quiet and watched them with an unflinching gaze. Even with the gun pointed at his head, he didn’t make a move. When the men saw that, they looked at each other and signaled him to drop the gun.

“Your boss asked us to come down to this sh*t hole and we f*cking did. Now, where the f*ck is he?” Donovan roared and slammed his fist on the table. “We need our territory back. We do not want to be under him anymore!”

“The sooner he gets the f*cking message, the better because we are going to burn him down!!!” Another roared and stood to his feet. “Not just him… All of you. I will take his f*cking wife and mother and turn them into f*cking slaves!”

All the men in the room started spitting fire at once. Each of them spoke in Russian and were blinded by rage. They didn’t even notice that Enzo and other men were in the room. They were there the whole time and heard every word.

“We will leave him a parting gift,” One of the men said and rose to his feet. He aimed his gun at Alfonso’s head but before he could pull the trigger, three bullets ripped through his brain in a quick succession.

Everyone fell quiet and watched as his lifeless body fell forward on the table and his brains spluttered out on their faces. They all turned to Alfonso because he was the only one who had been in the room with them and expected to find him with a gun but they didn’t. At that moment, they knew what was coming next.

“I heard people were looking for me” Sergio’s deep voice broke in and they all froze. They couldn’t even grab their guns or make a move to escape.

Alfonso immediately stood up and bowed as he finally stepped into the light, holding a gun on the right hand and a cigarette on the left. There was a dark and cold aura swirling around him. One that sprouted and festered until all they could feel was the cold chills of death.

“P… Padrino!” One of the men stuttered, his eyes round. “The godfather of Sin!”

Sergio raised his gun and shot him in the forehead at once. His body went slack in the chair as the blood poured from the hole in his head like a waterfall, drenching his clothes instantly.

“So… Where were we?” He asked, pulling out a dagger from under his sleeves. “Ah, yes, the f*cking territory!”

All along, they had not realized that Sergio was in the room with them. He was able to remain hidden because the lights were dim and the end of the room, where he sat behind Alfonso, was dark.

The men were afraid and started shaking as he walked around them like a predator, circling its prey. With a knife in his hand, he grabbed one of the men from behind and slit his throat open. Blood poured out and covered the men who sat in front of him.

“I… We…” Donovan started saying but slammed his mouth shut when Sergio stabbed one of his men in the middle of his head. He drove the knife deeper until he dropped dead on the table. Before the man could utter a word, Sergio grabbed him and pulled him out of his chair. He rolled up his sleeves and landed a hard punch on his face that threw him to the ground. After receiving severe beatings, his c? ck was cut off and fed to him.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“In your next life, you would never speak of her!” Sergio gruffed and cut off his tongue. A scream that spoke volumes of immense pain erupted and shook the atmosphere.

Enzo, Alfonso, and the rest of the men stood behind, watching as he dealt with the men single handedly. They had not seen his beastly mode in a while and now they did, it instilled enough fear and sent chills running down their spine.

“Please… Have mercy…” Donovan begged and grabbed his gun with shaky hands. All his men were dead except the one whose tongue was cut off. “Vladimir Ivanovich sent us… He…” Alfonso packaged the head in a box and brought it back to Sergio who took it from him and gave it to the tongueless man. “I guess you will be our delivery man after all.”

“Tell the b@stard I am coming for him” “Are you okay?” Ville asked Rosana once he succeeded in waking her up from her slumber. She had fallen asleep inside the car and didn’t even notice they had arrived at the mansion some minutes ago.

“I am… hungry!” She replied and yawned tiredly. Ville watched her, observing the fatigue lines on her face. She was pretty exhausted but still looked as beautiful as ever. “And tired”

Ville didn’t utter a word. He simply opened the door wider and helped her out of the car. Rosana grabbed her bag and started towards the mansion. She couldn’t wait to take a warm bath, eat a sumptuous meal, and sleep. That seemed to be her after-work schedule whenever Sergio traveled.

Speaking of Sergio, how was he? She wondered. He had traveled to Japan for business and was supposed to return two days ago but didn’t. As usual, all plans to reach him failed and she couldn’t help but worry. Does that mean she now cared about him?

The answer was yes!

She cared more than she ever thought she would and sometimes, she wondered if he did the same.

Although a few things had changed about him over the past months, she knew he was still the ruthless Sergio De Niro. The only good thing was that he never tried to show her that side of him again.

“Welcome back my dear!” Carmencita greeted her with a soft smile. “How was work?”

“Good but all I can think of right now is food. I am so f*cking hungry! It doesn’t even feel like I ate twice at work.”

“Do not worry dear, Viola will bring your food immediately!”

Rosana felt like crying. How could this woman be so good? “How would I have survived without you? You are so kind. You remind me of my mother!”

“Oh dear, are those tears?” Carmencita asked and immediately pulled out a handkerchief to wipe it off. “Please do not cry. Don would have my head if he sees you crying because of an old woman like me!”

“He would not care anyway!”

“You do not know that!” She replied and Rosana sighed tiredly. “Alright, now move along. You look like a pretty small ball already!”

A pretty small ball? What does she mean by that? Instead of asking, she smiled and hugged her. “I have missed you so much. It feels like ages since we last sat together and read books in the library!”

Carmencita laughed and patted her back softly. “Oh dear, I cannot even go there anymore because I am scared of running into two lovebirds!”