Heartless Mafia Heir

3- “Mission accomplished.”

(Fabio's POV)

“Where is she now?” Dad asked me when I told him that everything went according to plan.

He was the one who personally gave me the poison to silently kill Larra on the day of our supposed sweet wedding. And I knew he had always been there, watching me and my every move if I went as I was told to do.

Dad and I were in his office, and as usual, I reported to him every accomplishment of any task he was giving me.

"Her dead body is in my room.”

He stared at me seriously. “And why are you still keeping her?”

“I'm only waiting for your go-signal, dad. What do you want me to do next?”

“Dispose her lifeless body. Do whatever you need to do—bury her or throw her in the wild. It's up to you. Just make sure you make it cleanly with no trace,” he firmly instructed.

I was thinking deeply so I didn't immediately respond.

"Why are you silent? Don't tell me you have feelings for her?"

I looked at him.

"Tell me the truth, Fabio. Do you love her?”

I looked him in the eyes and grinned. "Did you really think I would poison her if I loved her even a bit? I never loved her, Dad. I've always seen her as a weapon for retaliation. How could I love the daughter of someone who formerly caused our family to suffer?"

He sighed in relief. "That's good to hear, and so you won’t be in trouble. Go ahead, son. Get rid of her tonight.”

I nodded, following his order. "Alright. No problem, dad. Before this night is over, I assure you she becomes a soil to the ground.”

“Great.”

As I left his office, I went back to my room.

I stared at Larra’s face for a moment. The stress and frustrations were obvious—a clear indication of all the pain she had gone through since I made her drink poison. But I couldn’t deny her dreamlike beauty, even though she was disheveled, her lips were pale, and her hair was messy. A beautiful face that used to glow and genuinely smiled and adored me…

I recalled she was in her second year of college when her father chose to sell their jewelry business since it had been weakened by the sudden presence of tight competitors. It was also to sustain her study finances.

Their misfortunes in life continued one after the other when she was about to graduate, and then the old man was struck by a serious illness, so even their big house and other possessions had to be sold for his medical treatment. His life was extended for two years before he left the world forever, leaving his precious Larra falling into my arms and stumbling upon the trap I made.

I took a rope and tied her hands; I did the same to her feet. I also wrapped her head in a sack before lifting her on my shoulder and carrying her like a sack of rice.

I put her in the back of the car and drove to the wide, empty lot where I could be sure no one would see us as I would deliver her to her grave.

After I parked the car, I took her to an even farther and darker area.

I don't care if it's raining heavily, thundering, or even lightning in the middle of the night when I walk. Stepping into the cold and wet with the rain, I took her while I carried a shovel to the most rugged and isolated place with tall woods around. Yes, I should put her where she must belong—to the ground with the worms that would slowly eat her helpless body.

I put her down on the wet and muddy ground to dig deep, where I would bury her.

Too bad that she looked pretty in her wedding dress, only to be buried because she was the daughter of an enemy. I didn't even have the chance to strip this gown off her beautiful body, and supposedly, I was about to do that tonight, in our honeymoon when the ceremony had been pushed through, but it wasn't, and instead of bringing her to the warm bed for marriage consummation, I brought her here in the cold place while she was already lifeless and useless.

When I continued to shovel, my hands were full of mud. The rainfall and sweat were mixing on my face, and it indeed tired me up. Finally over...

I'm sorry, Larra, that you had to experience this. Your life and your fate were cursed.

I looked up at the huge building not very far from here. I knew that in one of the rows of windows on the high floor, Dad was there watching me, ensuring that I did what he commanded me to do. Just like when he watched me from a far earlier time when I made Larra drink the wine I put poison into. He was always there, watching that I was surely doing the task cleanly.

I returned to the spot where my car was parked, near the building after I left Larra there, lifeless.

I was surprised when my father greeted me with a look of pride and joy for what I had accomplished.

"Dad, you’re here!"

"Good job, son. Very well done!” he commended me.

Behind him were his bodyguards and men.

He came to me and tapped my shoulder. "I wasn’t so wrong about you, Fabio. You’re really my son. Strong, ruthless, powerful, unstoppable, and most of all, merciless toward the enemies.”

I tilted my head confidently and grinned. "I only did my job, Dad. You ordered me to shut her up, so I shut her up forever."

He happily nodded and told me to go home. Go home as if nothing happened…

I was driving back, still thinking about what I did to Larra. I knew it was fatal but that was indeed the assignment. I did it so well.

Poor woman, but it was her fault she was born from the clan that my family despised the most.

Somehow, I felt bad for her. She was such a nice and beautiful darling...

It was a pity that she happened to be the daughter of the people my father and I hated so much, so she had to pay big-time for her parents’ mistakes. She was no exception. I didn't even care how pretty and how amazing of a young lady she was. In my eyes, she was and would always be the enemy who had been slain.

Maybe if we happened to meet at a different time and didn’t come from conflicting families, I would somehow have loved you, Larra…