THE MAFIA'S VENGEANCE

EPISODE 7

FRANCESCA's POV

This is bad… this is really bad

I have to tell them the truth… they need to know that whoever they think they killed is not truly dead, I muttered to myself.

I continued pacing my room while I contemplated talking to my father about where I had been the previous night and with whom because according to him, this was serious business. It wasn’t a time for me to keep important details and information to myself.

Since my father had shown me the picture of the stranger, the man my brother had supposedly killed, I had not been able to sit still.

You have to tell him, Fran… the voice in my head urged.

I jolted to a stop, my eyes to the door in front of me.

Even though I knew he was going to flip when he hears that I visited the forbidden club, he had to know that we would not be going to war because the man in question was not dead.

I opened the door to my room and climbed down the stairs stopping when I heard the sound of muffled voices coming from the study.

It would seem that my father had guests, maybe people from the clan who had heard what had happened.

I climbed down slowly and tiptoed to the study, placing my ear on the door so I could hear them better.

“You did not think to consult us before taking such drastic step and now look at what has happened” A voice which I was sure belonged to my uncle raged

“Do not speak to me that way, Manuel. What I did… I did for all of us and it is not my fault that it has turned out this way. We never meant to kill the boy, the bullet was targeted at Pedro and it is nobody’s fault that the boy got in the way of it” My father snapped back.

There was a silence accompanying that statement before my uncle sighed

“What are we going to do now? What is the plan because you and I both know that the Armani’s will not take this laying down and it is going to seriously affect business. Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to take matters into your own f*****g hands”

“I will figure out something” My father muttered.

It was the first time I had heard him not be able to offer some sort of plan to a situation. He was always ready and planned and I could not believe that this was happening.

“Is the clan aware of what you have done? When are you going to tell them so we can make preparations and brace ourselves for any form of attack”

“I am waiting for… we received the information about Pedro’s location from someone in his clan” My father responded, his voice lowering.

“And you did not think to think that it was some sort of trap?”

I had asked the same question too and so I nodded alongside.

“I had thought about it but it was a trap that would get rid of our enemy so I had to look at the bigger picture”

“Now, how is that bigger picture? Blurry yet?” My Uncle mocked.

“I did not call you here to make fun of the situation, Manuel. If you are not going to help then o suggest that you leave and allow me handle this”

I wondered how my father was thinking to handle a situation he did not bargain for and one as big as this.

I did not hear the silent footsteps of my brother as he cleared his throat from behind me.

I yelped, jumping backwards and then slapping my hand over my mouth because it occurred to me that the people inside the study could have heard me.

“What the f**k are you doing?” I hissed at him

“Don’t you think I should be the one asking that question seeing as you are the one that was caught eavesdropping?” He countered, staring at me.

I rolled my eyes, straightening my shoulders and casting him a full glare.

“I came here to talk to father about something” I said vaguely.

“Of course and suddenly, your ears seemed stuck to the door” He teased.

“Just shut up” I snapped. “He is in there trying to figure out a way to clean the mess you created and I don’t see you bothered one bit about this being the beginning of the end for us”

“I am not bothered and I am not sorry that the boy is dead. I have told father countless times that we can take the Armani’s but he is…”

“You are a fool, brother. We cannot take them, they are the most…” I was interrupted by the door opening behind us.

My Uncle peered into our faces before he smiled but I could see the tension lines on his forehead.

“Come in, children and stop loitering around” He announced.

I walked in front of my brother into the study

“What is the matter?” My father asked.

“Fran would like to say something to you”

My brother declared before I could speak. He turned to me, his eyes glittering with amusement.

“Go on” He said

“Well, I just want to…” I was interrupted again by my father’s phone, ringing.

He put up a hand to me, stopping me and then picked up the phone. I watched his movements and the smile that curled his lips as he hung up.

“Well, it would seem that we have nothing to worry about after all” He announced

“What do you mean?” I asked

“I have just received news about the other boy and we have orders to dispose of him if we want to live” My father stated calmly.

“The other boy?” I squeaked.

“Yes… the other twin. I hear his name is Dante and he is the most vicious of them with those annoying green eyes” My brother supplied.

My heart slammed in my chest at this information.

Dante… I had slept with Dante and not the dead man which only meant that the man was still dead and Dante

He was going to be killed.

“What was it you wanted to tell me?” My father queried.

“Nothing important” I smiled at him even as the blood drained from my face.