01 | Eliminating Traitors

*Alberto’s POV*  

I chambered my gun and placed it against his head. “What do you know? Speak now and I will reward you with a quick death.” I lied through my teeth.

It had been four hours since my angel was taken, and I had yet to find her whereabouts. Yeah, shīt like this could take days, even weeks, but it was my angel we were talking about. I would rip open the fūcking earth to get to her as soon as possible.

“Capo, I swear I don’t know anything.” Tony begged, not daring to raise his eyes to mine.

I pressed my gun into his temple, ready to blow his brains out whether he was lying or not, when I heard a grunt coming from behind me.

“Capo—” He groaned, making me turn my gun on him.

“What did I fūcking say?” I hissed, forcing him to lick his dry lips as his eyes lifted to mine.

“I can’t sit back and wait until you kill each and every one of us. That won’t bring her back.” He said, making me grit my teeth because he was absolutely right, but I was not willing to admit it. I am scared for my angel, and I won’t stop until I have found her safe and sound.

“And who the fūck do you think you are?” I growled, pushing the tip of my gun into his wound, forcing him to clench his teeth tightly as beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

“The person who cares about you the most at this moment.” He muttered back in pain.

“You were supposed to get her to safety!” I spat, making him wince. My words clearly hurting him more than the actual wounds.

“And I promise to find her even if that means giving up my life in the process.” He declared, looking up at me again.

My teeth ground harder than ever before I finally pulled my gun back. “I can’t promise that the others will have the same fate.” I stated before cleaning the fresh blood from the gun against Edgardo’s shirt.

“We will find out who betrayed us without the need to kill any more innocent men.” He said in a low voice as I turned to face all my men that I had kneeled in front of me.

When I found out that my angel had been taken, I lost my shīt, beating the shīt out of everything and everyone. It took me at least an hour to even ask what happened to Francisco. I loved him to death, but my priority was my goddaughter.

Since then, I have been gathering my men for questioning. If I didn’t trust anyone before, I didn’t even trust my own shadow now.

I glared at each of my men, analyzing who would have the balls to betray me. “As I said before,” I spoke loudly, so each one of them could hear me. “I will make your death easier if you speak up now, but if you don’t and I find out later, I will kill you, your parents, your children, your neighbors, even your fūcking goldfish in the most painful ways possible.” I declared as they all looked to the ground silently.

The thing was, I doubted that they wouldn’t speak up because they knew for a fact that I kept my promises. At least the latter of my speech was a promise.

My hands itched to kill, to draw blood. The demon within me wanted nothing more than to kill to quench my anger, even though we knew it was futile; at least not until my angel was back in my arms.

“No one is going to speak up?” I asked them, nodding my head slowly before lifting my gun and pointing it at one of them. I was about to press the trigger when one of my tech men spoke up from behind.

“Capo,” He whispered in a shaky voice. I couldn’t blame him, since he was here for his brains and talent in technology, not to see blood and witness deaths. “I was able to reverse the hacking into our system.” He declared, making my head shoot to the side.

“What the fūck did you find?” I growled as Edgardo pushed him to my side. “Speak if you don’t want to meet your creator right fūcking now.”

“See yourself, Capo.” He gulped, flipping his tablet so that I could see what was on the screen.

He pressed play and I saw the moment one of Francisco’s men shot Giulia, forcing me to tighten my hold on my pistol which I still had aimed at my men.

I cracked my neck slowly as I continued watching the video clip. My heart beat faster as I watched my angel beg for her mother. I almost got lost in her beauty until I saw when they injected something into her neck, forcing me to punch my free fist into his tablet in anger.

“Find them!” I ordered in anger as I moved the gun that I was holding towards my left without even looking, where I knew one of Francisco’s men was standing a few yards away.

Even though I was questioning my men, Francisco’s men were gathered too because they were just as much suspects as my men. And this specific asšhole tended to be around the fūcker that shot Giulia.

I pressed the trigger of my gun without hesitation as I turned my face to enjoy my kill, watching the instant that the bullet went through the side of the motherfūcker’s head. That wasn’t enough for me though. I walked to where his lifeless body now lay and emptied out my bullets into his chest and face before throwing my empty gun at the corpse.

I turned and looked at my men and Francisco’s men, who were now very focused on what I had to say. “I will find each person that has betrayed me, and I will make sure that they wish they were never born.” I spat in anger. “È una fottuta promessa.” (Italian for “It’s a fūcking promise.”)

*Mattias’ POV* 

“Santoro,” Saul muttered as he carried Isa into my bedroom. “Where would you like her?”

“On the bed.” I replied, suppressing the urge to roll my eyes at him.

I sucked my teeth in anger as I wrapped my fingers around the gun I had on my back. Saul thinks that he will be one of us. That was never going to happen though. I was only willing to fight for my wife’s fate, but I could care less about his.

I only pretended to be friends with him in order to use him for the moment we needed to go in and get her. Now that I had her in my bed, there was no use for him. That, and I was fully aware of his desire for Isa, and I had to make sure to eliminate every man who had ever desired or touched her. That includes that little Padrino of hers, regardless of what we promised Daniella.

Once Saul had placed her beautiful body on the bed, I withdrew my gun and shot him in the back of his head, catching him before he could fall on my Isa. “Once a traitor, always a traitor.” I hissed in his ear before throwing his lifeless body on the ground.

“Nikolai!” I yelled as I cleaned the blood that had gotten on my shirt with a nearby blanket, not that you could see it on my black shirt, but I hated the feeling of it on me. “Get in here!”

“Capo,” He panted out as he rushed through the door.

“Clean this shīt up and get rid of the others.” I spat, throwing the blanket over Saul’s body.

“Да, начальник.” (Russian for “Yes, Boss.”) He replied, leaning forward to grab Saul, but I kicked his shoulder, forcing him to stumble back.

“What did I say about speaking in your native tongue?” I hissed as he rubbed his shoulder.

“Sorry, Boss. It won’t happen again.” He replied through clenched teeth as he lifted Saul’s body on his shoulder.

“And I want two men stationed outside of this door at all times.” I shouted before he walked out of the door.

“Yes, Boss.” He replied as he walked out.

I rushed towards my nightstand and opened the drawer, immediately pulling out the handcuffs I had in there. With the handcuffs in hand, I climbed on the bed and grabbed Isa’s soft arms. I placed a kiss on her wrist before locking the handcuffs around it, wrapping the chain around the bed post, and clicking it closed on her other wrists.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” I whispered against her ear as I ran my hands down her toned body. “You will be handcuffed to my bed until you’ve earned my trust.”

I grabbed the already flimsy string of her robe, pulling it completely open to expose her barely covered body. “Beautiful.” I growled as I crashed my hungry lips against her pink areola, sucking on them hungrily as I pulled her legs open, pressing my body against hers.

 Her cunt is golden and I can’t wait to feel her wrapped around me again. Just thinking about it has me hard as fūck.

I switched nīpples, twirling my tongue around it before teasing it in between my teeth. I squeezed her breast with my large hand, still sucking on her other nīpple as I rolled my hips against her warm pūssy.

“Fūck, Isa. You drive me crazy.” I hissed against her breast before sucking her skin gently as I made my way to her spread legs.

Once my mouth reached her pūssy, I inhaled her delicious scent before caressing her lips with my nose. “Sei finalmente a casa, principessa.” (Italian for “You are finally home, princess.”)

Before I could taste her, my phone started buzzing, making me groan in annoyance. Whoever it was would have to wait until I had planted my seed inside of Isadora. I need to get her pregnant in case all else fails.

Ignoring the constant vibration of the phone, I reached for her lips, spreading them apart with my thumb and middle finger as I admired her pink tender skin.

I would never get tired of her pūssy. If anything, I only craved it more with each passing moment. Especially because she has been denying me for some time. Thanks to my brother, now I understand her reason for her rejecting me these past few weeks. But it’s okay. She had her fun and now they will both pay for her betrayal.

I pressed the flat of my tongue against her bundle of nerves as I moved my fingers into her tight hole, instantly groaning in pleasure. She has the tightest pūssy that I’ve ever fūcked. The grip her pūssy had against my two fingers only made my cōck twitch more in my pants.

I closed my eyes as I enjoyed my meal before the buzzing of my phone interrupted me again, making me groan in annoyance, but that wouldn’t deter me from claiming my fiancé again today.

I lapped her cunt faster as my fingers pierced her tight hole mercilessly, making my cōck weep against the zipper.

I pulled my mouth away, ready to be deep inside her canal. I reached for my throbbing cōck with one hand as I continued thrusting two fingers inside of her. Quickly releasing my length from my pants, I gave it a few strokes, groaning in excitement from being so close to claiming her once more.

I pulled my fingers out of her pūssy before placing my tip against her entrance. I reached forward to squeeze her exposed breasts as I licked my lips. I was about to thrust forward when the door was slammed against the wall.

“Che cazzo, Mattias!” (Italian for “What the fūck, Mattias!”) Lorenzo hissed from the door, forcing me to roll my eyes as I leaned my forehead against Isadora’s. “You’ll have enough time to fūck her, but right now we have bigger issues. Get the fūck up and stop thinking with your dīck.” He added, before walking off.

“Prometto che finiremo questa principessa.” (Italian for “I promise we will finish this, princess.”) I murmured against her soft lips before pressing my lips to hers.

As soon as I pulled away, I pulled my boxers and pants back up in annoyance. “Tank!” I yelled just as he made an appearance.

“Watch her.” I ordered him as he nodded in understanding. I don’t care if she was handcuffed or not. I knew just how sneaky my little fiancé could be. “And if you lay one single finger on her without my approval, I will kill your family in the worst way possible before ripping your heart straight out of your chest.”

Tank gulped before responding, “Si, Capo.” He replied as he pushed his shoulders back before looking straight ahead.

“Bene.” I smiled as I patted his face before looking back at Isa with gritted teeth.

I’ll be back later tonight, and I will make sure to claim every hole in her body before the night is over.