4

Vittorio 

“That would be all for today,”I said as I removed my glasses. A few of the students muttered their gratitude as they walked out. One of them however waited behind. Even though I saw her, I pretended not to. Most of these students were troublemakers and I wanted nothing to do with them.

Don't get me wrong, I love women. I must also say that they are plenty here but I don't go about fucking my students. That's one line I'd never cross. 

“Professor Niccolo,” she purred like a cat. “Would you mind shedding more light on these behavioural patterns?” She said, pushing her succulent, big breasts slightly against my arms. My prick reacted to this but I managed to push her away gently.

“Maybe some other time, I have a meeting in about five minutes,” I said. She pouted a bit to show her dissatisfaction but I knew better than to pay her any attention. I have a name to protect, so I won't let any horny student rip me of it. I checked my phone. I took the rest of my books and walked out. 

To anyone, I'm a professor of Psychology but in truth, I'm more than that. Teaching is just something I do for the fun of it. Plus, mom used to be one in her lifetime. She made me fall in love with the profession, so I did it as a side hustle and a cover up.

My real job is to hunt, kill and destroy. Born into the family of ancient Mafia lords and mistresses, I am one bastard who takes joy in hurting and killing. As opposed to my two other brothers, I'm the executor. The one who carries out the plans effectively and to details. I detest sluggishness. Everyone who has ever came across me knows this and they try as much as possible to avoid any tardiness.

“Shit,” I said as the vibration of my phone cut through my thoughts. It was Stefano calling, I was supposed to meet him and Salvatore at Arena Glitz but class had gotten too interesting and I had lost track of time. I do that all the time but I shouldn't have done that today.

“Where the hell are you? Salvatore is nowhere to be found and you too haven't shown your face here.” He said with a tight voice.

“Didn't you leave with Salvatore earlier?” I queried.

“He did but I can't find him. I have eyes on Massimo but I can't do anything. His men are too much, so it'd be a death sentence. Get your ass over here and find Salvatore!” He ordered and ended the call.

Knowing Salvatore and his weird cravings, he took the black door. The door is a point of no return, it's no surprise that Stefano can't find him. I've been to the club on several occasions and I can say for sure that it has a way of making you lose track of time. 

I entered the car and pressed on the pedal. Time to leave the academic room and jump into the dark world, the real place where I belong.

The ride was quite short and bumpy but I managed to get there in one piece. I got through the dark door with no issues at all. The security men knew me and were happy to see me. It would be difficult to look for Salvatore in the crowd. Only one thing would work.

Gun shots. 

One shot. Two shots.

The entire room went frenzy with everyone running helter skelter. The loud music in the background stopped and I saw the DJ fling his headset with fear.

 I smiled with satisfaction waiting for my brother. He'd get the messages and come running. I began to open each of the private rooms, checking if I'd see him but to no avail.

Two more rooms,I counted. Where the hell are you, Sal?

I was about to open one out of her two rooms when I felt something rammed into me. I looked down ready to curse out but I stopped.

It was a woman. Scratch that, a teenager. A curvy one though.

Her hair was too red and it was covering her face. She looked up and pushed her hairs out of her face, making me catch the lots of emotions in her face.

Fear. Panic. Uncertainty.

Her eyes opened widely in shock as I held out my hand and helped her up. I noticed how shaky she was as she stood up and smothered her dress.

“Why are you here?” I asked even though I knew I sounded stupid.

“There's someone…save me,” she said in between gasps, making it difficult for me to make up her statement. 

“Take me with you please,” she added. I wanted to add that it was a bad thing to ask for strangers help but I stopped.

We both heard footsteps coming towards us. She ran behind me and I looked towards where the sounds were coming from.

Salvatore.

I was about to ask him why he left Stefano all alone but he raced me to it.

“She's mine, Vittorio. Let her go.”

I noticed how she jumped with fright and came out of her hiding when she heard his voice.

“You know her? I was about to ask her if she has seen you around but it looked like you've met already,” I asked and Salvatore nodded.

She looked from me and then to Salvatore as she connected the dots. 

“He's your brother?” She asked me and Salvatore chuckled darkly. The look of relief on her eyes when she saw me immediately changed to disappointment. She looked towards Salvatore again and I saw her pupils dilated with a mixture of fear and hatred for him. She must have ran because she wanted to escape him but she ended up falling into my hands.

“You were quite the runner there, Red.” He said and walked towards me. For every step that he took, she took another backward step. She looked behind her trying to probably continue running but Salvatore was ahead of her. He signalled to one of the security men around.

“Take her and keep her in my room till I return. If she escapes, you are dead.” The security sauntered towards and grasped her with force. She fought with all of her might, raining curses and clawing her nails on the security’s skin.

We heard another series of gunshots. These ones sounded with desperation. We ran towards the sound as if our life depended on it.

“Vittorio! Sal!” We heard Stefano called. The sound of his empty gun echoed as he pressed the trigger sent fear down our spine.

He was out of bullets.