The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

ANTONIO.

I called Marco and asked him to come to the room I was in while the other men remained in the respective rooms they were stationed in. It wasn’t over yet. Lorenzo’s men could still be lurking around, and all of us couldn’t be in the same place. We had to be careful.

“Please, I am innocent.” The woman begged, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“You weren’t innocent when you decided to aid in killing me.” I groaned.

“Kill you? No. I wasn’t going to kill you. I was only asked to tranquillize you.” She quickly defended herself.

“What did you think the person who sent you would do after I became unconscious?” I raised a brow, waiting for her to connect the dots.

“Kill you?” She asked, her eyes filling with horror.

Nodding in response, I reached for her wrist and uncuffed her.

“Get up and get dressed.” I told her.

“Don’t even think of running.” I warned her as I pulled out a gun and pointed it at her.

She nodded, her body trembling in fear, as she walked to where her dress was and slipped it on.

Marco came in afterwards. He gazed at the lady warily before turning his attention to me.

“Who is she?” He asked.

I briefly explained everything to him, and the fury that burned within him afterwards was evident in the way he began to take threatening steps towards her.

“Marco!” I warned.

He stopped in his tracks and took a deep breath before turning to look at me.

“What do you plan to do now, boss?” He asked.

“What’s your name?” I turned to look at her.

“Chloe.”

“Chloe, Diego didn’t send you here. It was-”

“I swear it was Diego Romano.” She defended. “It was him.”

She was naive. Nobody gives their name whenever they send someone to do a dirty job. I knew she didn’t know what she was doing. She was just blinded by money. And I was damn sure she wouldn’t have gotten that money even if she had succeeded, because Lorenzo would have made sure she didn’t live. He wouldn’t want to leave loose ends.

“Chloe. Did they give you a number to call once you have completed the task given to you?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Good. Call that number and put it on loudspeaker. Tell them that you have successfully injected me with the tranquillizer and that I am unconscious. If you try to give me out, I will shoot you without hesitation.”

Without hesitation, she reached for her phone and did as instructed. She called a number, and it was answered almost immediately.

“Done.” She told the person on the other end of the line.

“Are you sure? If you are lying, I would kill you.” The man threatened her.

She hesitated to answer, hoisting her head to look at me, and I pointed the gun at her to warn her.

“Why would I lie?” She quickly told the man.

“Okay. Remain there. I am coming.” He said and ended the call.

We didn’t have to wait for long before a knock sounded on the door.

I asked Chloe to open the door, and I positioned myself behind it, ready to disarm him when he entered.

As the man walked in, holding a gun with both hands, I swiftly knocked his wrist with my gun. He lost the grip on the gun as a result of the pain in his wrist, and I took that moment to snatch the gun from him.

I kicked him hard on the balls with one leg and used the other leg to kick the door close.

Before he could recover from the pain, Marco had already cuffed his hands to his back.

He dragged him to the middle of the room and made him go on his knees.

“Who sent you?” I questioned with a rather calm voice.

“Diego.” He grunted, giving the answer I had expected.

“Marco.” I muttered.

I didn’t have to voice out my instructions before he understood.

Marco promptly folded a fist and punched the man’s nose so hard that it broke. Blood trickled down, and he groaned in pain.

“Who sent you?” I asked again.

“Diego.” He gave the same response.

Marco punched him rapidly in the stomach. The punches were so hard that he began to cough out blood as a result.

“Who sent you?!” I asked again, my voice raised this time.

“Diego Romano.” He coughed. “I am telling the truth.”

“No, you are not.” I asserted. “I know who sent you, and I want you to say it with your mouth. I’ll continue to torture you until you do.”

I crouched to his level and ripped open the sleeve of his shirt. I lifted his hand and pointed at the snake tattoo inked around his wrist. “I know this tattoo so well. I know the gang that has it inked on its members. Diego’s men don’t have it on them.”

He sighed defeatingly when he realised I had figured them out.

“So, tell me. WHO SENT YOU?” I growled.

“Lorenzo.” He breathed. “Lorenzo sent me.”

“Why?” I straightened back up and dipped my hands in my pockets as I observed him. “Why does he want me dead? He had made attempts on my life before. Twice. This makes it the third. Why does he want me dead?”

“I don’t-I don’t-know.” He stammered.

“Marco, capture his face and find out about his background. His family and friends.” I instructed.

“Okay, boss.” Marco replied.

He took his phone close to the man’s face and captured a picture.

“You know I can find your family if I want to, right?” I asked the man.

He nodded vigorously.

“Tell me the truth, and I won’t have to find them. But if you refuse to, I’ll find them and gruesomely murder them; that’s after I’ve killed you.” I threatened.

“You know you’ll die anyway, regardless of whether you tell me the truth or not. But telling the truth would save your family from suffering the same fate as you.” I added.

“Please. I beg you. Please don’t touch my family. Please!” He desperately pleaded as sheer horror consumed him.

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“The-” he trailed off, and I could sense that he was contemplating.

“Are you contemplating?” I raised a brow.

“No.” He shook his head, wincing in pain. “You’re affecting his business; that’s why he wants you out.”

“How so?” I asked curiously as I folded my arms across my chest.

“You have the same supplier of coke. But recently, your demands increased dramatically, so automatically, he supplies very little coke to our boss. He tried talking to the supplier, but he was more loyal to you. When that didn’t work, he contacted other suppliers that had pure coke, but they all didn’t have products for him.”

“Business has been really slow because of that, and he is frustrated. That’s why he decided to get you out of his way. He planned to have the supplier all to himself once you are out.” He explained.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I exclaimed, my arms akimbo as I stared at him in disbelief.

I had thought too far. I had racked my brain, thinking I had done something to Lorenzo in the past that I might have forgotten. I did not know that he was after my life because of some fucking products.

I turned to look at the lady, who was still trembling in one corner. “Leave. And don’t mention a word about this to anyone. If you do, I’ll find you and your entire family and make sure you all disappear from the face of earth.”

“Thank you!” She exclaimed before trotting out.

“Please don’t kill my family. Leave them out of this.” The man before me pleaded desperately.

He didn’t bother to beg for himself because he knew it was useless, and he could only try to save his family.

“I won’t touch them. I have no business with them.” I assured him.

“Please.” He begged again.

I turned to look at Marco, my demeanour growing darker. “Finish him off.”

“With pleasure, Boss.” He grinned.

I pulled a cigarette stick out of my pocket and lit it up while I walked out of the room.

As I walked down the hall, I dialled my beloved’s number. The incredibly pretty woman who captured my heart. Rosalinda.