Chapter 12: The Last Piece Of Cake

Chapter 12

Her mouth parted and closed several times like a fish out of water, the silence thick in the air. His gaze locked with hers.

Her heart thudded rapidly in her chest. There was no bit of his usual teasing smirk on his face, but she would be a fool to believe him.

“That’s not true.” And even if he were serious, she didn’t care. She belonged to no one.

“Really?” He chuckled. “Then why else would I do it? I must admit that your fear entertains me. You might have gotten it over with last night if I didn’t interrupt, but where’s the fun in that? He’s on a trip right now, and till he’s back, you’ll have to continue living with that fear of it happening, which I feed on.”

His words left her starstruck but not surprised. This man was a psychopath, after all. She’d have said more if his right-hand man hadn’t interrupted.

She turned to stare at the man with dark brown hair and eyes which stared calculatively at her. He had a stoic expression on his face as he gave her a slight bow, which she returned.

She saw it as her cue to quickly excuse herself from there, and she gave the psychopath one last stare before she left them and headed back inside.

Rico’s eyes latched onto the retreating figure of the girl. Heaven knows what his boss was planning to do with his brother’s… soon-to-be wife. Was he planning to fuck her or something?

He wouldn’t have cared if this wasn’t the girl that was essential for the peace treaty between the Vicenzo and the Lorenzo mafia empires. He couldn’t help but be worried because his boss often tends to do the most unbelievable things.

“Take your eyes off her, Rico,” Leone subtly warned, but the truth was that there was nothing subtle about this man.

Rico quickly whipped his head to stare at his boss, who had a stick of weed between his lips. His eyes widened in shock—was he interested in her?

He clenched his teeth, trying to school his facial expression.

Leone flung the back door of the car  open and then got in, shutting the door afterwards. Rico quickly hopped into the driver’s seat, and he drove them out of the empire.

His eyes remained fixed on the directions on the screen, and from the corner of his eyes, he peered through the mirror to see Leone leaning his head on the headrest. A silent sigh flew through his lips as he wondered what was going through his head right now. 

An hour’s drive was all it took for them to finally reach their destination. Leone alighted from the car instantly, and so did Rico.

They stood in front of an old, shabby house. Leone took his stick of weed from his pocket before lighting it, and he placed it between his lips, dragging smoke from it.

Without knocking, he flung the door open and made his way in. Although it looked shabby from the outside, the inside was luxuriously furnished.

His boots thudded against the white tiles as he made himself comfortable on one of the sofas, legs crossed. Even without looking around, he knew that someone else was in the house.

“Wait outside, Rico,” he ordered, and Rico simply nodded and followed his instructions.

Ten minutes later, a man with a wrinkled face and a few gray hairs on his head stepped into the living room. His eyes widened in shock on seeing the devil present in his house.

“Nice hide and seek game, Antonio”  He tilted his head as a devilish grin made its way to his lips.

Antonio almost had a heart attack. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought this devil would find him after he had escaped his dungeon.

“How… how did you find me?” He took a step backwards as he stylishly reached for his gun.

Leone leisurely took another drag from his stick of weed as he stared at the wall in front of him. “I thought you wanted to die so bad? How come you didn’t end your life the moment you fled the dungeon?” he chuckled.

Antonio glared at him, because this devil knew too well that no one really wanted to die. He had only said that due to the immense pain and suffering he had undergone.

Not wasting a moment longer, he quickly pulled out his gun, and luckily was able to shoot Leone on his shoulder. He tried shooting him again, but unfortunately, his gun had run out of bullets—blood drained from his face.

Leone let out a melancholic chuckle, and then he rose to his feet. As foolish as it was, Antonio tried to flee—to run out of the house—but the doors were locked.

He banged, kicked, tried to open up, but someone must have locked it from the outside.

He turned to beg, to plead for Leone to spare his life, but before he could even utter those words, Leone’s hand had snaked around his neck, his grip tight and firm that air couldn’t pass.

The blood that gushed out of his shot arm and the wicked grin on his face only made him look even more like a demon who had escaped from hell.

Antonio didn’t expect what happened next—Leone stuck the weed which he had been smoking from into his eye.

Antonio screamed in pain, his eyes burning from the scorching heat, and blood rushed out of his eye. Leone’s grip on his neck only tightened more, making him have a peek at the afterlife—only his was nothing but burning flames.

When Leone saw he was at the brink of death, he let him go and dragged him to his car. Rico revved up the engine, and the ride back to the Vicenzo empire began—back to prison, where he would continue his eternal suffering.

Leone’s mansion, 9 PM…………

Leone stood at the rooftop of his mansion, where he could see the whole empire, a vape pen placed between his lips from which he dragged smoke.

The air was cold, the wind blew softly, as if carrying whispers with it. His shot shoulder had been treated and bandaged.

Rico stepped onto the balcony to see him there and bowed, even though Leone had his back to him. He cleared his throat. “I’ve made sure Antonio is back in his cell, boss, and I saw to it that only the most competent guards guard his cell,” Rico reported.

“Good,” Leone nodded. “Schedule an eye surgery for him with Doctor Chen.”

“As you wish, boss,” he bowed again. But instead of leaving, he lingered longer. “Boss, you said to withhold any attack against Domenico till we found Antonio, so why did you engulf Domenico’s weapon vault in flames?” The question has been hunting his mind since the incident and he finally mustered courage to ask.

Usually, no one had the right to question him and still remain alive. But Rico was his right-hand man for a reason—he was different from the other slow-witted people. That was why he brought him closer to him.

“Yeah, I did.” He blew out smoke from his nose and mouth as he turned to face him, leaning his back on the railing.

“Then why did you do it, boss?” A minute passed, and he received zero reply from him. He was about to wave his question when his boss finally spoke.

“What would you do if someone were to reach out for the last piece of the precious cake you had?”

Rico’s brows knotted in confusion, not having a clue what this had to do with Domenico’s weapon vault.

“I’d do anything it takes to stop that person from having it,” he answered.

“There’s your answer,” Leone chuckled darkly.