Chapter 50: Lockdown

Chapter 50

Dressed in a crisp black suit, Leone stepped out of his car, his eyes lifeless, face stoic as he slammed the door shut.

His guard had sent him urgent information earlier this morning immediately after he left Anna’s bathroom. He had left the hotel immediately in order to attend to this, else everything he was working towards here would have been  completely jeopardized.

He checked the time on the golden wristwatch that adorned his wrist. He couldn’t wait to finish up whatever he had to do here so he could get back to his Peach.

A sleek Bugatti pulled up right in front of him. A tall, handsome figure stepped out dressed in a dark red suit, face stoic, dark red hair, eyes as black as a dark endless abyss.

“Took you long enough, Alessandro,” Leone rolled his eyes, and Alessandro began heading inside the large building made of dark gray walls.

Leone followed suit, his eyes taking in his surroundings and the suspicious people who moved in and out of it, his jaw ticking.

“You gave me your word, Alessandro. You know I hate being disappointed,” Leone’s footsteps halted in front of the large double doors, his hand in his pocket.

Alessandro sighed, slowly turning to face Leone, his hand in his pocket. “I cleared the whole shit, bro. You know I’d never fuck you up or let you down for any fuck-ass reason, so spare me the fuckin’ lecture, Vicenzo.”

Leone took a step closer to him, their eyes mirroring as they were both of the same height. “Least I remind you that I have less than 30 minutes to be here.” He patted his shoulder, squeezing it lightly, and then he walked past him and made his way through the large double doors.

Alessandro chuckled. So Massimo’s theory was true, huh? Because the Leone he knew would’ve put up a fight with him before anything else, but that wasn’t happening right now. And Leone was in a hurry? He sounded impatient—and that was far from Leone. Now, more than anything, he wanted to see this girl who had Leone acting this way.

He stepped in next, trailing behind Leone as they walked through the dark passageway. They reached another large double door and Leone sighed before pushing the door open.

His eyes took in the dimly lit lounge as he stepped in; loud music blaring as people dressed expensively went about doing dubious acts. Women wearing thongs moved about, dancing on strip poles and entertaining the wealthy men who sat on the plush couches.

A thick smell of alcohol filled the air, such that if one didn’t have a good grip of themselves, they were bound to feel dizzy.

A waitress wearing thongs walked up to them, a tray of vodka shots in her hand, a seductive smile on her face. “Have a drink, my lord.” She ran her fingers across Leone’s arm, biting her lips sensually.

Leone’s lips twisted into a melancholic smile. “Are you saying cutting off each and every one of your fingers and watching them burn to complete ash comes as a supplementary package?” He tilted his neck, staring at the brainless woman, who quickly withdrew her hands, trembling in fear. She quickly bowed and walked away.

Leone rolled his eyes, staring at Alessandro, who had been waiting for him to snap the girl’s neck. Seemed like Leone was in a good mood today.

“Vicenzo.” The duo turned to see a man sitting on one of the plush couches with a fully naked woman who openly sucked his dick.

The man signaled her to leave. She quickly took her things and left, and then the man fixed his clothes before walking up to Leone and Alessandro.

“Long time no see.” The man with full gray hair and wrinkles on his face chuckled, his eyes falling on Alessandro, who stood behind him with a bored look on his face. “Vicenzo and Salvatore in one room? I fear a massacre.” His eyes crinkled as he laughed.

Leone was in no mood for jokes, his face stoic, his eyes hardened as he clutched his shoulders in a tight grip. “Where are my goods, Antonio?”

Leone despised the very existence of this man—not just because he was close friends with his paternal grandfather—his shady business irked the fuck out of him, something he hadn’t bothered to look into as it had nothing to do with him. But now his doings had gotten in his way. The look in Leone’s eyes reeked of bloodthirst.

Antonio’s guards, on noticing Leone and Alessandro’s presence, quickly surrounded them. Alessandro’s lips tilted into a smirk, his tongue rubbing across his teeth.

Leone chuckled darkly. He should’ve killed this one the night he killed his grandfather. “Where are my bars of gold, Antonio?” His voice unsettlingly calm, the dim light casting a shadow over his face that made his presence even more alarming.

“Don’t give me that crap, Vicenzo. You know the deal I had with your father’s consigliere—information about the Vemine plant for the bars of gold.”

That bastard. Leone’s lips twitched. His father’s fuck-ass consigliere had planned to get the Vemine plants—a rare and highly demanded plant used in the creation of insanely effective bullets—for his damned self. If there was a way to resurrect the damn idiot and kill him all over again, he’d do it.

“I owe you nothing, Vicenzo. Those bars of gold are mine now.” Antonio patted Leone’s shoulder, and his eyes widened when Leone caught hold of his arm, twisting it to receive a loud scream from the old man.

Antonio’s guards quickly pulled out their guns, pointing them at the two, and in the next second, the lights went out.

Leone and Alessandro swiftly took down Antonio’s guards, bullets flying in the air. Loud screams rent the air, the smell of smoke and blood mixing.

Just one punch from Leone was enough to knock down Antonio, and they carried him out of the building and into Leone’s car. They both drove out of there and back to the hotel where Leone’s men were waiting to take Antonio off his hands.

“Take him to the warehouse. I’ll see you there in a couple of hours,” Leone ordered, and they nodded and quickly took Antonio out of there.

Alessandro leaned on his car, his hair tousled, a stick of weed rested between his lips as he watched Leone hastily heading into the hotel.

Curious to see this lunatic’s newly found love, he trailed behind him, his hand in his pocket as his eyes took in the brilliant interior of the five-star hotel.

“Why the fuck are you following me?” Leone’s brow arched as he walked without turning back to look at Alessandro.

“Just because.” He shrugged, a charming smile on his lips as he watched him.

Somehow, Leone couldn’t just shake the feeling that something was off. Instead of heading straight to his room, he headed for Anna’s room instead, even when he was sure she would be asleep.

He took long strides to her room door, turned the doorknob, and his brows arched on finding the door unlocked.

Stepping into the room, his eyes swept through the space, his brow furrowed after being greeted with the empty room.

He quickly checked the bathroom and then the closet. No sign of her.

His veins bulged, his throat running dry, and then his eyes caught the sheet of paper on the bed. He quickly picked it up, his eyes instantly reading the content. He took a sharp breath in, crushing the paper in his hand.

Alessandro didn’t need a second longer to catch on to what had happened. He reached for his phone, dialing a number which got connected on the first ring. “Yes,” his voice gruff. “Initiate lockdown.”