THE MAFIA DON AND HIS NUN

(THE GILBERTOS EMPIRE ≈ COMPUTER LAB)

All the top members were seated round a table, Alfred and Douglas are on a separate part with godfather Gilberto, two computer experts stood behind everyone.

Godfather Gilberto and Douglas both had a roll of weed in between their lips.

“Got any plans on bringing down the Marcel family?” Godfather Gilberto asked, puffing out smoke from his mouth.

“Not yet,” replied Alfred, “But we do know that his empire is here in L. A.”

Godfather Gilberto raised a questioning brow at Alfred.

“You mean the Marcel empire is here in L. A?” He asked, a note of surprise in his voice.

“Yeah.” Alfred nodded.

“How did you know that?” Godfather Gilberto took another drag from his weed, and he puffed out smoke afterwards.

“She told me.” Alfred pointed at Shikita who was seated beside Matilda.

Godfather Gilberto turned his gaze to the Japanese lady, then he averted his gaze back to Alfred.

“And how did she know?” He questioned, raising his brows questioningly at him.

“She knew because she was a member of the Marcel family before she joined us.” Alfred replied.

“And you trust her?” Godfather Gilberto asked with furrowed brows.

“Yeah, I do.” Alfred replied. Everywhere became silent until godfather Gilberto spoke up.

“Have you gotten the location of his empire?”

“No, Stacy’s still trying to track down the location of his empire.” Alfred replied.

“You’ve got any plan to take Dante down?”

“Not yet.” Alfred shook his head.

“I’ve got a plan.” DDouglas said, puffing out smoke.

“Let’s hear it, Douglas.” Godfather Gilberto said.

“We’ll use Dante’s adopted daughter as a bait to get him.” Douglas said with a smirk.

A frown creased Alfred’s forehead and he glared daggers at Douglas.

“Dante has an adopted daughter?” Asked godfather Gilberto. He was obviously surprised.

“Yes, godfather. And she’s no other person than Alfred’s woman, Theresa.” Douglas replied, his smirk widening.

The roll of weed godfather Gilberto was smoking slipped out of his fingers and fell on the ground.

The place became as silent as a graveyard. Even the tiniest drop of a needle would be heard clearly.

Godfather Gilberto gazed at Alfred with furrowed brows.

“Alfred, since when did start keeping secrets from me?”

“I was planning to tell you after the meeting. But it looks like a motherfucker just let the cat out of the bag.” Alfred replied as he glared at Douglas who didn’t seem to care.

Godfather Gilberto stared at Alfred for a while before moving his gaze to Douglas.

“So, what were you saying Douglas?”

“If we use Dante’s daughter as a bait…..”

“We aren’t fucking using theresaas a goddamn bait!” Alfred banged his fists on the table angrily.

“Calm down Alfred a….”

“I said we are not using my woman as a bait to catch Dante, and that’s final.” Alfred cut Viper off, and he rose to his feet. “This meeting is over.” He added, then he stormed out of the lab.

••••••••

(ALFRED’S MANSION)

Theresa was just stepping out of the bathroom, draped in a white towel.

She sauntered towards the cosmetic table and grabbed her body lotion to apply but got interrupted by the notification sound of her phone.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

She blankly stared at her phone on the bed for a few seconds and decided to ignore the message. It could possibly be spam text.

Theresa started applying the lotion to her body, humming to a tune but another notification sound came up, interrupting her once again.

“Who the fuck is texting me? Is it Brad or dad?” She decided not to ignore the text. It could be something important.

She walked towards her bed and picked up her phone, unlocking it and then going through the message.

It was from an unknown source which kinda confused Theresa as she read the text.

UNKNOWN: GOOD MORNING ANGEL.

UNKNOWN: TRUST YOU HAD A GGOD NIGHT.

UNKNOWN: THIS IS MARCO. I WANT US TO MEET. I’M WAITING FOR YOU SOME BLOCKS AFTER ALFRED’S MANSION.

“How did that motherfucker get my number?” She threw her phone on the bed, and she got dressed.

She was now putting on a black leather jacket and black trousers with a pair of black boots.

She glanced at her wristwatch andbse exhaled sharply.

“I must be back before Alfred comes back from the circle meeting.” She said, then she made her way out of the room.

••••••

Theresa got to Marco after walking for two minutes.

Marco was leaning against a wall with a stick of lighted cigarette in between his lips.

He was putting on a black tailored suit and a pair of black shoes which were shining under the sun.

“Hi Marco.” She forced a smile as she waved briefly at Marco.

“Hi angel.” He replied with an handsome smile.

“Firstly, how did you get my number?” Theresa asked with a serious tone.

Marco chuckled lightly and he threw his cigarette on the ground, then he crushed it with his shoe. “You don’t need to know how I got your number. The only thing you need to know is that I get whatever I want by any means available.” He replied with a wide grin on his face.

Theresa scoffed and rolled eyes at him.

“I don’t have much time to spend here. Why do you wanna meet me?” She asked.

“I wanna discuss with you, privately,” replied Marco, “Let’s go to my mansion.”

Theresa shook her head negatively, and she crossed her arms on her chest.

“I can’t follow you to your mansion. It’s either you say whatever it is that you wanna say right here, or I take my leave.” She said, sternly.

Marco ran his tongue over his dry lips, wetting it, then he moved closer to Theresa.

“I know you think I have bad intentions in my mind. But trust me, angel, I have none.” He replied. “And moreover, we are in the Gilbertos empire, so feel safe. There’s no harm I can do to you in this empire, unless I wanna have my head cut off by Alfred.” He added with a smirk.

Theresa thought about it for a while before she agreed.

“Alright, let’s go.”

********

Theresa and Marco stepped inside Marco’s living room after a three minutes walk.

“Have a seat, angel.” Marco pointed to the couch in front of Theresa.

Theresa rolled eyes at him when he called her angel.

‘Why the fuck does he keep calling me angel?’ She thought to herself as she lowered herself to sit on the red couch.

Marco walked over to the inbuilt bar, and he filled two glasses with red wine, then he walked back and handed one over to Theresa.

“Thanks.” Theresa said as she collected the wine, then she dropper it on the glass table in front of her.

Marco sat down on the couch which was opposite Theresa, and he took a sip from his wine before speaking.

“Theresa, the discussion I wanna gave with you is an important one. And when I say important, I mean very important.”

Theresa glanced at her wristwatch, then she averted her gaze back to Marco.

“Like I said earlier, Marco, I don’t have much time to spend with you, so go straight to the point.” She replied.

“Alright then.” Marco gulped down the remaining content in his glass, and he dropped it on the table.

“I’m sure you already that your father is the leader of the Marcel family.” He said.

“Yeah, so?” Theresa replied, dryly.

“He wants you to help him take down the Gilberto family.” Marco said.

“And you’re in support of it?” Asked Theresa, raising a questioning brow at him.

“Yeah, I’m in full support if it.” Marco nodded, leaning back on his seat.

‘Is he serious right now?’ She thought.

“Why do you wanna take down the Gilberto family? Aren’t you a part of the family?” Theresa questioned.

“You’re right, angel. I’m a member of the Gilberto family, but I’m not in my rightful position.” He replied with a serious look on his face.

“What do you mean?” Theresa asked.

“The rightful leader of the Gilberto family is me. But my father, who is also the godfather of this organization, gave that position to someone else. He gave my rightful position to a fucking bastard!” He replied

One could sense the hatred and anger in his voice as he spoke.

“So, if you’re godfather Gilberto’s first son, then why aren’t you the leader of the Gilberto family?”

“What part of MY FATHER GAVE THAT POSITION TO A BASTARD did you not understand?!” He yelled frustratedly.

“Don’t fucking yell at me or else I’m gonna take my leave.” Theresa fired back, and Marco let out a soft sigh.

“I’m sorry yelling at you.” He apologized, and Theresa nodded.

“As I was saying, Alfred was never his son. He was adopted.”

‘I know that already.’ Theresa said to herself.

“But why did godfather Gilberto give the position to Alfred instead of you?” She inquired, curiously.

Marco remained quiet for a while, then he started narrating his story.

(FLASHBACK ≈ SIXTEEN YEARS AGO)

It was past midnight. Godfather Gilberto and his wife were both engaged in a serious argument in their bedroom.

They were both standing a few metres away from each other.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Selena?” Asked godfather Gilberto.

Selena was the name of his wife.

The young lady scoffed loudly.

“I should be the one asking you that damn question, Eduardo. What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Selena retorted angrily.

Godfather Gilberto had a surprised look on his face. He wasn’t expecting his wife to reply him in such manner.

“I have made up my mind, Selena. Marco wioo be the next leader of the Gilberto family.” Eduardo a. k. a godfather Gilberto said.

“Never,” replied Selena as she shook her head in disagreement. “My son will never be the leader of a Mafia organization. I won’t allow Marco to be influenced by your Mafia lifestyle.”

“Marco is also my son, and whatever decision I’m making is for his own benefit.” Eduardo said, sternly.

“Being a mafia boss won’t benefit his life. It will only ruin his life!” Selena half yelled at him.

“What the fuck do you mean, Selena?” Eduardo asked, angrily. “Are you trying to say that my life is ruined?, is that what you mean?!”

Selena calmed down and she bit her lower lip, regretting her last statement.

“That’s not what I mean, Eduardo. All I’m just trying to say is that I don’t want our son to be a part of the underworld. All I want for Marco is the best….”

“This is the best.” Eduardo cut her off. “Being a mafia boss is the best thing in life. It brings you wealth, fame, respect and any other thing you want.”

“You seem to have forgotten that it also brings pain, danger, death and every other bad thing you can ever think of.” She replied, sarcastically.

“Eduardo, leave Marco and Lisa out of our mafia life, or else I’ll file a divorce and take them far away from you.”

Eduardo shot a brow up.

“Are you are serious?”

“Yeah, I’m very serious about what I just said. You can go and adopt a child that’ll be the next leader of the Gilberto family. Our children are not gonna be a part of the mafia world.”

A silence fell between them as they held each other’s gazes without saying a word.

“Fine then,” Eduardo broke the silence. “I’ll go and adopt a boy that’ll be the next leader of the Gilberto family. Marco can live like a loser for the rest of his life while someone else takes his rightful position.”

Meanwhile, nineteen years old Marco had been eavesdropping on their conversation from outside the room.

Tears rolled down his cheeks and he walked away in pain and sadness.

★FLASHBACK ENDS★

“The next day after their argument, father went to an orphanage home, and that was when he adopted that bastard named Alfred.” Marco said, a note of anger in his voice.

He was now standing by the window, staring outside with his hands buried in his pockets.

Theresa remained seated on the couch, her gaze fixed on Marco. She kind of felt sorry for him after listening to his story.

Marco fetched out a box of cigarette from his pocket. He took out one and clamped it with his lips, then he lit it with a lighter.

He took a long puff from the cigarette, and he blew out smoke before speaking.

“Father started treating Alfred like his biological son. He prioritized him above me, even though I was ten years older than him.” He paused to take another drag from his cigarette, then he continued.

“Alfred was given all the attention and love while I received none. I was neglected by my own father while he was highly praised. Alfred took everything away from me and I won’t stop until I crush him. I won’t stop until I take back what is mine from him.” He turned around, and he walked closer to Theresa.

He stood in front of her, levelling his gaze on her, then he spoke.

“Join me and your father, Theresa, and let’s take down Alfred together. After we take him down, I’ll be the new leader of this great empire while you’ll be my empress. Are you in or out?” He smirked wickedly, and puffed out the smoke of his cigarette as he awaited Theresa’s response.

Theresa opened her mouth to speak, but she stopped when the door suddenly opened. Her eyes widened when she saw the person that stepped inside the room.