CHAPTER 4- My Runaway Queen And My Dumbass Gangsters

Stephan POV

Ever since Ava told us about the rumor going around, I couldn’t get the thought of my queen out of my head, I wanted her in my bed, in my arms, in my house, I craved her love. I started devising plans on how to get her to me.

I would send men out to get her from the airport as it would be too risky if I went to personally retrieve her, no matter how much I wanted to. Instead, I shall wait here and prepare for her arrival.

Once I had bid everyone goodbye and my siblings went to sleep, I logged in to my laptop and hacked the airport system to check for all the flights coming from the Cohen family’s base of New York to Rome, Italy.

And just after a few minutes of searching I came up with a flight landing tomorrow morning at Leonardo da Vinci-Fiumicino Airport with one of the passenger’s names being Isabella Cohen, god this was easy.

Isabella, what a beautiful name for an even more beautiful woman. Her name suited her, I smiled to myself as I whispered her name out loud in the darkness of my room. Her name sounded so sweet coming out of my mouth and don’t think I would ever get tired of saying it.

I planned to choose my most loyal men tomorrow to get my queen from the airport and to her kingdom. I fell asleep with thoughts of my Bella’s hypnotizing eyes in my mind and her soft lips on mine.

The next morning, after breakfast I summoned my most loyal men, Matteo, Celestio, Andre and Giovanni and informed them about my plan. They would send their men, who would go secretly to the airport, because I didn’t want my siblings to know about Isabella yet. My siblings would probably try to stop me, especially Zahra, but I refuse to let anything get in my way, it was time I finally did something for myself.

Isabella’s flight landed at 2:30 pm in the afternoon so the men would have to be there 2:10 pm, Giovanni and Andre’s henchman would be in charge of getting my beloved as they were kinder and less cold hearted than Matteo and Celestio’s henchmen, while the others would get her luggage and look out and take care of potential threats.

“I need you to bring her to me, and I swear if there is even a single scratch on her then I will torture you for days before you are begging for death and then do it all over again the next day…..THERE WILL BE NO MERCY!”

I could visibly see my men shivering in fear of disappointing me and suffering my wrath, all of my men and my family knew that I had a hot temper and got mad very fast.

The men left at around 1:50 armed to the nines with weapons such as various guns that could kill you with one bullet and pocket knives and daggers that weren’t technically legal, but to be fair nothing about their job was and they knew it.

I tried to keep myself busy while I waited, however nothing could keep my mind occupied or distract me so I tried acting normal because my siblings were slowly starting to get suspicious. Suddenly my phone starting ringing and I almost ran to pick it up, but stopped at the last moment because I could feel Zahra’s eyes burning like lasers in my back.

“Hello.”

“H- hey Boss, there’s something we n-need to tell you….”

“Yes yes get on with it and it better be good news or else I’ll hang you from your toes and use your body as target practice.”

“Well, umm you see the girl got away.”

I took a deep breath and went over what I just heard, I couldn’t believe what these idiots were telling me, did they want to be six feet under.

“Say that again.” I said slowly, emphasizing each word to show that I was not in the mood for jokes and how deadly serious I was.

I could hear his gulp of fear through the phone speaker and felt a vicious sense of satisfaction at his visible pain.

“We lost the girl boss, she gave us the slip at first and then we tried to chase her, but she’s so intelligent that she saw it coming and found a way to escape.”

If that fucker thought that complimenting my beloved was going to lessen my anger than he was a fool, I was seething at his words either way.

“YOU HAD ONE JOB AND YOU STILL FAIILED!!”

“We’re s-sorry Bo-ss, we promise we’ll find her and bring her back to you.”

“Your promises mean nothing to me; come back to home base and I’ll deal with you lot later.” I growled into the phone angrily and hung up. I felt warm blooded rage flow through my veins and threw my iPhone against a wall with as much strength as I could muster.

The iPhone shattered into large pieces and fell to the floor and yet I didn’t feel any calmer. The saying is true I suppose, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself, and with that thought in my mind I made my way to the garage to pick the fastest car I had to get the job done.

As I was driving, I decided to go to the police station to pick up the footage for the airport and the roads close to it to see if I could track where she went. One of the benefits of controlling one of the strongest and largest Mafia’s in the world was that the police were all being paid by me to do what I wanted and to make sure no security breaches happen.

When I finally managed to get the tapes and watch them in my car, because God knows just because I pay the asshole police commissioner didn’t mean I trusted him one bit.

And as I was watching the tapes, I realized that although I was furious at my men, I was feeling very proud of my beloved for outsmarting my guards, everything she does just makes me love her more and makes me more eager to claim her and make her my queen and my equal.