Venomous Vengeance

Chapter 5

On my way to the office I only have to take out 3 more members. I would have killed them, but I don't exactly want to be on Nicolo's bad side to start off. Wouldn't be a good idea to kill his friends and then ask him for help. I finally reach the door to the office and enter, the room pitch black. I scan the area before I am alerted to the sound of the door shutting behind me.

I immediately draw my gun and point at the silhouette, it doing the same. Both our guns pointed at the others head in a stubborn stand off. The moonlight shines through the open window and I catch a glimpse of his face.

"Good evening Mr. Marchetti." I say as I tilt my head to the side.

"Good evening to you as well cara mia." (my dear.) he says with a bit of amusement laced in his voice.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" He continues, slowly stepping so that we are moving in a slow circle.

"You have some information that I would like." I say back, cold and emotionless.

He tuts as we stop, the moonlight now reflecting on my own face, not that he can see anything but my eyes. Even still, a smirk graces his lips as he looks into them.

"I had a feeling we would dance again bella." He teases and I am shocked that he recognizes me.

I take a step closer to him. "I am here for business, not pleasure Mr. Marchetti."

"Who said we can't have both?" He winks.

Unfazed I continue. "Vittoria Marchetti." As the name slips off my tongue his expression darkens, no longer in the playful mood.

"What about her." He states more than asks.

"Where is she." I do the same.

"Perché diavolo dovrei saperlo?" (Why the hell would I know?) He speaks low.

"Lei è tua madre cara." (She is your mother, darling.) I state.

"I don't have a mother." He says, lowering his gun and leaning against his desk, not caring that I could shoot him dead faster than he could blink.

"Don't be such a drama queen." I roll my eyes.

He cocks his head to the side and raises his eyebrow. Crossing his muscular arms I notice he is wearing a button down shirt that is rolled at the sleeves, the top two buttons undone revealing part of his broad chest.

Those are some nice arms...

"How did you get past my guards?" He questions.

"Non cambiare argomento." (Don't change the subject.) I spit, growing frustrated.

"I am the Don of the Mafia, yet you walked into my office as if you own the place. Breezing past the security." He shifts on his desk to move the monitor of the computer so I can see the screen. Multiple camera footages show me taking out guards and walking through the halls.

He is watching the footage when I look back at him. "Incredible." He mutters, his accent heavy, an impressed look on his face.

"Maybe more of a challenge next time, sí?" I mock, which earns a deep chuckle to come out of him, the sound causing a slight shiver to run down my spine. 

Just then the door bursts open, to which I turn swiftly, grabbing and throwing one of the knives in my jacket and hitting the intruder in the shoulder. He is instantly pissed, but before I can strike another attack, Nicolo speaks.

"Leave."

"I'm not done-" I start, but he interrupts.

"Not you. Isaac. Leave." He says to the man, who I'm assuming is a guard, in a harsh tone.

"But boss-" he starts but stops when Nicolo raises his hand and gives him a look.

"Leave before I have Alessia here finish you off." He says calmly and the man scurries away. I look at him and squint my eyes, walking right up to him and placing the gun against his temple. I rip my mask down. "Come cazzo fai a sapere il mio nome." (How the fuck do you know my name.) I seethe through gritted teeth.

He smirks at me as if he doesn't have a gun to his head. "Do you really have to ask that? I have my ways bella."

"Enough games." I get closer to him. "I would like the pleasure of killing your dear mother, with or without your help stronzo."

Something flashes through his eyes but it leaves before I can register what it was. He clenches his jaw as his eyes grow dark and dull once more. "Why."

"Because she killed me first."

"You look pretty alive to me." He rebuttals.

"There is more to living than breath in the lungs darling. You need a functioning heart as well and I lost that a long time ago."

"Then consider us both dead." His voice, cold as ice.

We both stare at each other for what seems like eternity, the tension could be cut with a fucking spoon. His eyes staring into mine, trying to find a soul that isn't there.

"Come back tomorrow. We will begin planning then." He states.

I scoff. "You don't tell me what to do hot shot."

"Cara mia, I know I cannot control a storm."

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