The Mafia's Consigliera

The Beginning

"Capone!" A running man in black suit yelled into the phone, his voice shaky as he turned back.

He was bathed in sweat, his lips quivering as he stopped briefly to make another call. The last one seemed to have quenched, and he cussed under his breath, the words leaving his mouth in quick succession as he dialled the number again.

"Capone, answer me!"

He looked up, then around, and slowly leaned to the floor. He was right in the middle of a community fair, and people were passing right by him, lots of them completely unaware of who he was or why he was so troubled. The one person who knew, however, was the reason he was so troubled.

"Hello? Hello?"

"Who is this? Capone does not want to be disturbed."

"I need to talk to him! Now!"

"I will connect you to voicemail. Wait a minute."

"Wait.. wait, please. I..."

The call immediately went to voicemail, and he cussed again, his chest heaving, beads of perspiration now running down his face.

"Boss, we are in trouble. I.... I saw her. Ten years ago... remember? The one who we..."

The words cut off as a bullet embedded itself right in the middle of his forehead. His eyes widened in shock, his lips staying parted, his stance frozen. The blood splashed around, and people started to scream and run.

The phone he had been holding fell to the floor next to his now lifeless body and the suitcase he had been protecting with his life.

The once crowded fair was soon empty as everyone had run from the sudden gunshot. The sun was already starting to set over the body and the pool of blood.

The slow clicking of heels filled the now quiet place before a woman arrived at the scene. Her eyes took in the body for a while, and slowly, she took the briefcase and phone.

The phone was ringing, and the caller ID held the name Capone.

A small smile lit up her lips as she cut the call, then flung the phone into the small fountain in the middle of the fair. She turned back to the body, her eyes thin. Without a word, she walked away a few minutes before the police arrived at the scene.

Don Leone Valentino threw his head back, his lips parting. He was in a large pool, his upper body completely naked, his black hair slicked back to the nape of his neck.

He turned to his phone. His trusted consigliere, Mario had still not called back. It was extremely unlike him to be so late and not give reasons for it, especially since he had called a few times earlier.

"Is something bothering you?"

He slowly looked down at the petite blonde woman in the pool with him. She was wearing a beautiful red lingerie, her hair falling back all the way to her waist, her big blue eyes innocent.

A small smile lifted up Leone's lips as he gently caressed her face. She was merely just for tonight, and he didn't care if she didn't know that. He was never the type to be held down by a woman for any reason, much less attraction.

"Nothing to worry your pretty little head about."

She smiled, then leaned, running her hands down his tanned, toned abs. He was a perfect man, an epitome of beauty and danger, the perfect s*x appeal.

"Am I going to be back tomorrow?"

He chuckled slowly. "No, sweetheart. If I am in the mood for it, another woman will. Just not you."

Her smile fell, and she leaned away. "What do you mean? Was I not good enough? I mean... I..."

He leaned slowly, his hand cupping her face. "You are pretty. Obedient. It's boring."

Her face fell, tears filling her eyes. "But Don..."

He shrugged and started to grab his robe. "I was getting tired of this. You will be settled on your way out."

"I am not a p********e!" She said, getting out of the water after him, her chest heaving. "I do not want any money, Don. I want you and..."

He tilted his head to the left, all lightness and amusement leaving his eyes. He hated women like her. Women who didn't know how to just leave. Women who couldn't understand that a man like him would always want more.

"Are you not afraid?"

She swallowed, taking a step back. Her protective instincts started to spike, and she turned, her chest heaving.

"I... I..."

"Are you not scared of what I could do to you?" His voice was deep, the sort that made Satan wet his pants.

"I... I am."

"Good girl. Leave."

She didn't need a second invitation as she scurried out of there, barely stopping to grab her dress that she had even forgotten had been ripped off in passion the night before.

Leone fixed his robe and grabbed a glass of strong wine and his phone, his eyes peeking into the phone through the wine glass as he sipped slowly.

Mario was still not picking, and as calm as he usually was, he was starting to get worried. He started to call again when the sound of running footsteps reached his ears. His ears perked, and he dropped the glass to make sure of what he was hearing.

The footsteps got even closer, and he instinctively grabbed his gold gun and turned back, his stance rigid as he waited for whoever it was.

His brows furrowed as his underboss ran in, breathless, his chest heaving, his hand slightly shaking.

"What is wrong with you?"

The underboss went on his knees as he tried to catch his breath, a few inaudible words leaving his lips.

"Put yourself together and speak to me!"

The underboss swallowed hard, then stood up, his eyes unable to meet Leone's. "Boss. Boss, Mario is dead."

Leone's brows furrowed as he slowly brought down his gun. "What did you just say?"

"Mario was shot in the city park. The briefcase of diamonds is gone, too."