Billionaire Blood

chapter 7 - the spanish mafia

KATERINA MORALES NÉE SOLDANO

I turn around and a sigh of relief escapes me,

"Oh good, it's only you."

Dante was looking at the 4 men on the floor in disbelief. He was driving back to the house when he saw people getting attacked and me stomping on their faces.

"Was this really necessary?" he asked.

"They were about to try take me out," I shrug.

One of the men regains consciousness and looks at Dante trembling.

"Ohh fuck, y-you're Dante Morales," and then he turns to me, "Fucking hell, you're the S-Scorpion,"

I just wink at him,

"Yep and y-you're fucking d-dead," I mock him with a pout as I grab the gun from my back pocket that I had concealed.

With 4 quick shots, I shoot them in the head. Their blood sprays all across the concrete ground as I turn to Dante.

"Take care of that for me will you?"

And with that, I give a sharp whistle and run back to the house, with my dogs after me.

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DANTE MORALES

She's fucking crazy. The way she just ran off after spraying these guys' brains out and expecting me to clean up her mess. I called some guards over from my house and ordered them to burn the bodies.

Finally, I got home and took a shower.

These past few weeks have been... tough. Not because of Katerina but because of my past.

No matter how hard I try to block it out, it always creeps up on me. The memories of those 2 weeks. Pleading them. Begging them.

I can't dwell on it though. The pain only makes me weak. Remembering those days, makes me weak.

I try go to sleep but the memories trickle into my nightmares.

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KATERINA MORALES NÉE SOLDANO

I keep tossing and turning trying to fall asleep but my body won't let me. Usually when I feel like this, I'd play piano but Dante didn't have one here so I decided to stay in the garden for a while. I found myself at the entrance of a beautiful greenhouse. It was very big and was filled with all kinds of plants. There was a seat in the middle and the moon shone brightly through the glass. I sat down and sighed to myself.

After a while it was getting cold so I decided to go back inside.

The moment I opened the door, a blood curdling scream erupted. I ran up the stairs taking my gun, only to find the noise coming from Dante's room.

The door was already slightly ajar and as I peeked in I saw Helena sitting on the edge of the bed giving him some pills.

I couldn't pull myself away from watching what was happening and that's when he looked directly into my eyes.

Dante's eyes were empty. Nothing in them. No emotion, no pain, no nothing. He looked as if it wasn't him who screamed for his life 2 minutes ago. Now he looked angry.

"GET THE FUCK OUT," he screamed.

I quickly closed the door and rushed to my room, trying to make sense of what I just saw. I didn't care about why he was screaming. I was just curious and concerned for my own safety. Hell if someone murdered Dante they'd be doing me a service.