Chapter 9: Son Of A b***h!
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ALONZO’S POV.
She has a unique pair of eyes. Those emerald beauty hunts me in my dreams. If I could have her in my arms I would show her the love that no man has ever given to her. The way she talks turns me on. Her scent lives in my memory like a happy moment. For her; I am ready to be a gentle man.
“Sir! Your attention is required in the basement.” Francesca’s voice booms right through the bluetooth piece in my left ear.
Taking a cigarette, I place it between my lips and stand. My shoes making clicking sounds against the marble floor as I walk right out and trail the way to the hallway as I take out my capo lighter lighting up the cigarette as the basement doors are open, my brother glances at me before kicking the man tied to a chair causing the chair to tumble over.
Francesca hands me a gun and I pull a sit to sit right in front the asshole who my men helps to sit properly again.
“Who do you work for?” I ask as I can’t seem to find a tattoo on any part of his exposed body.
Instead of answering me, he throws his head back and spit right on my right cheek, causing anger to radiate through me and I hit the tip of my gun right against his temple thereby causing a gash to form on his temple. He winces and groan in pain as he struggles to set himself free.
“I hate to repeat myself the second time. Francesca.” As soon as Francesca hears her name, she takes out her knife and slice through his arm, but not leaving a deep cut.
“It is better you kill me now.” He manages to speak and I share a look with Angelo, who orders our men to drag the ass into the cell in order to torture him further.
As soon as he is locked in a cell, I shoot him in the leg before walking out with Francesca behind me.
“Alonzo, we need to talk.” Francesca begins as we leave the basement area and I blow off some smoke from the side of my mouth.
“Talk.” I reply and she hesitates in her steps.
“Not here.” She affirms and we continue walking until I get back to my office.
“Spill.” I order as my eyes trails over her exposed thighs.
She takes out a pack of cigarette and pop one between her lips. She takes it out and let out the smoke before pouring herself a beer.
“You have been good to me in the past. You are a lot different from your brother. You saved me a couple of times from Angelo and even though he is your brother you two do not quite get along. For that, I will like us to go out on a date to night. It is my treat and I hope you do not reject it.” She nibbles on her bottom lip as soon as she finish speaking and I sit back in my chair.
She sits on my desk right in front of me and take off her shoes before letting her right foot move up my thighs. She smirks and look into my eyes and I move my hand to stop her legs movements.
“I will not deny you of the treat you wish to have. Go and change into a more appropriate outfit. I will be waiting right here for you.” I say and she smiles.
“I know you love me and I love you so much too.” She is way too elated as she leaves and I dump the rest of the cigarette in the refuse bin as Aurelio walks in.
“The shipment as been placed to leave the port at midnight as it is only us that knows what the shipment contains there will be no need to send out any of our men to follow the trucks. Your brother would like to see you.” He informs me and I raise my head.
“Tell him to go to hell.” I reply and he bows before leaving.
I tap my index finger of my desk twenty five times, counting the number of steps Aurelio would take before getting to my brother. Standing, I walk out of my office just as Francesca is about to come in.
“You promised.” She says and I walk past her.
She runs after me and grab my hand thereby stopping me from moving.
“Alonzo, I love you.” She says for the umpteenth time today and I hold on to her waist.
Pressing her against the wall, I tip up her head with her jaw and plant my lips on hers. Earning a moan from her as I squeeze her butt.
“Wait for me in the car.” I say and break the kiss, leaving her to yearn for more.
“I love you so much.” I reply and press her against the wall the second time, this time deepening the kiss. Her hands clench my shoulders and she moans as my free hand squeezes her breast through her cloth.
“Do not leave me waiting for long.” She whispers and turn to leave as I head for Angelo’s study.
“He is pissed.” Aurelio informs me as I grab the handle of the door and I ignore him before pushing the doors open.
“i was on my way to hell before you walked in.” He remarks and I sit without him asking me to.
I know how much he hates those who sit right before he asks them to. Just because of this do not get me wrong. I love my brother a lot and I know he loves me to the point of wanting to die in my stead, but I am not a die hard fan of his mafia business. I can be considered a hypocrite because I live off this mafia and get enough funds to fund my cigar company.
“Remember to never mix personal emotions with business.” He starts and I can bet on my life that I know where is going with this conversation.
“I remember vividly.” I reply and he props his hand on his desk.
“What does the debtor’s wife mean to you, Alonzo?” He asks as he fiddle with his pistol and I tap my index finger on my thigh.
“Whatever you are thinking of doing do not hurt Francesca.” I warn and he laughs out hysterically.
“You have started letting personal emotions get in the way of your reasoning. She controls you like her toy and you budge to whatever she says. Right now, as I speak to you if you do not get her out off that car in the next ten minutes she would explode with the car she seated comfortably in.” As soon as I hear his last words, I get up and stride fast towards the exit.
“You might want to take the stairs, the elevators stopped working few minutes ago.” He shouts and I hit my hand on the wall as I take a turn for the stairs. Descending the stairs as fast as I can.
“s**t!” I mumble as I glance at my watch.
My asshole of a brother knows how much stairs I have to descend before getting through the long hallway.
“Alonzo.” I hear Francesca’s voice in the hallway and she runs to hug me.
“Are you okay?” I ask and she begins to cry.
“Marcello, said there was an explosive in the car.” She sobs as she speaks each word and I caress her back.
“You are fine now and that’s what matters.” I whisper in her ear and kiss her hair as she holds on to me.
“We need to get out of here. You do not have to live off him anymore. Your company is stable and you have enough wealth.” She is still crying.
Cupping her face, I smile and she lets out a soft giggle.
“You know why I need to stay here, but lets go out on our date right now.” I say and take her hand.
I take out my phone and press it to my ear as I wait impatiently for, Marcello to answer his phone. Get my car ready, I will be going out now.” I order and end the call as my thumb caresses the back of her hand.
KIKI’S POV.
Slipping in through the window, I flick on my flashlight to light up Angelo’s dark room. Moving for his bed I raise up his pillow to take his gun. Emptying all the bullets in his pistol into my duffle bag, I look for more objects he might use. Spotting a knife in between the flowers on his nightstand, I take it out and dump it.
My eyes trails over every single item in his room, before I open the door to his extravagant bathroom. Looking for hideous but easy places he can keep a gun or knife, I find none. Stepping out of his bathroom, I adjust my ski mask and move to sit on the single sofa in his room. I make myself comfortable as I wait for him.
I fix my eyes on the acrylic clock seated on the nightstand next to the flower vase as I lock and unlock my gun.
Getting bored, I search for my bottle of vodka and begin sipping. My patience running out slowly.
“Does this ass work overnight?” I murmur and Joe sends me a text.
[JOE]
When things are going beyond your control, send a period symbol.
I read and tuck my phone into my pocket. Attaching a silencer to my gun, I slouch as I hear approaching footsteps.
Dang! I forgot to setup the cameras. Now it is just me and whatever is going to happen. I really hope he doesn’t come in with more than two men if he will come in with any of his men at all.
The door is open and my target walks right in without any of his men. His hands free and he seems to be well acquainted with his room so much that he doesn’t even turn on the lights leaving me to hide in the shadows of his dark room. He strips out of his tailored suit and put on his robe before walking into the bathroom to wash himself. Unlocking my gun, I stand and push the bathroom door few minutes after he might have settled into his bath.
Sitting on the shut toilet bowl, I fiddle with my gun before parting my lips to speak.
“Any last words before you kiss your end?” I asks as I point the gun right at his forehead.
He puts on a stoic expression and laugh hysterically, causing my hands to tremble a bit. He quickly moves his hand to hit a button, but I shoot his hand right before he gets to hit the button.
“Let’s make a deal.” He proposes as he winces in pain and I shoot his legs to stop him from moving causing some of his blood to spill right into the water he is laid in.
“I make no deal with the devil.” I reply and move my index finger to the trigger.
“If you kill me right here and now, then my men will come after you and whosoever sent you.” He says and I smile before burying a bullet into his forehead.
“Son of b***h!” I mutter and walk out.
Taking my duffel bag. I open the window to scan if any of his men are around.
[Me]
Tamper with the lights, I want to leave.
I send a text to Joe and after what feels like minutes, the lights finally go off.
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