Chapter 4

Stefano.

The car halted in front of Bellini's estate. I shook my head with a smile as I looked out through the window to see how much ruin my father had caused just to get the spoiled mafia piccola in his bed.

The door opened and I got down from the car, my hand tugging on my shirt sleeves as I rolled them up again.

The shards of glass crunched underneath my shoes as I walked through the gate to the building, and on the floor were spilled blood which was now almost black with bullets across the floor.

“Boss,” Scourge called my attention before I could open the door of the living room.

I turned to where he stood. “The cops are on their way.”

My brows furrowed slightly, and I tilted my head to look at the gate then back at Scourge.

“Well, I guess we could have a round table after all, what do you think?” I said with a smile.

Scourge bowed and walked back to the gate without saying a word to discourage me.

The door creaked as I stepped into the house, the living room wasn’t any better than what I had just seen outside the gate. 

“Nice,” I muttered, my hands slipping right into my pockets as my eyes swept the piles of ruined artworks on the floor and the blood which spilled on the white glossy walls.

“What are you doing here?” A voice interrupted me from behind. I turned slowly to where the voice came from.

“Enzo Bellini,” my eyes trailed from his face down to his dusty shoes. The man looked like a shadow of himself.

His beards were rough, and so was his silver hair. He looked like he had been drinking and crying himself to sleep for the past two days.

“You haven’t answered my question, boy,” he roared, but I ignored him and pulled out a chair from the dining table.

“Come sit. I just want to talk,” I said calmly, raising my hands mid-air.

“I don’t want to talk,” he bellowed, his eyes on me filled with rage.

“Why?”

“You clearly hate me more than my father, that’s not nice for someone about to be your son-in-law, Enzo.” The corner of my mouth curved into a smirk as I watched his expression and it was just like I had expected.

He staggered backward but I was convinced it was just because of his heavy drinking, the old man was just drunk.

“What did you just say?” He clenched his weak jaw.

“You heard me. Gianna was on my bed last night… I really fucked her good, that bitch was truly a virgin,” I flicked my tongue in pleasure, twisting his ego.

“You motherfucker!” He lunged forward, punching me hard right in the face.

I almost fell off the chair because of the impact of the punch. I really did underestimate Enzo, never knew the old man could throw a punch that hard at me.

“Go ahead and say it again,” he threatened, his fists tightening to throw another punch.

My hand held my jaw as I winced in pain. I really had to use my tongue to count my teeth to make sure none were missing, but then I could feel the trickling of blood down the corner of my mouth.

“Get off, old man,” Scourge pulled him back.

“Boss, are you okay?” He tried to touch me but I slapped his hand away.

“You know what I could do to that bitch, right?” Rage surged through me as I sprang up from my seat.

“Gianna is with your father, dummy,” he sneered, turning away from me.

Just a glance and Scourge knew what to do. The call connected and the next thing we heard were screams from Gianna. 

“Let me go!”

“Please… please don’t kill me,” she cried out in fright.

My chest rose and fell but my stomach fluttered in satisfaction with the expression I saw on Enzo’s face.

His eyes widened in disbelief, his lips parted but no words came out… I could see the silver glistening tears threatening to trail down his frail cheeks but the old man fought them.

“Gianna!” He screamed, running towards the phone Scourge held in his hand, but he was met with a punch instead.

“Papa!” Gianna cried out when she heard her father’s voice.

“Papa!”

“Papa, please… Please don’t kill my papa!” She begged amidst cries.

I snatched the phone from Scourge and ended the call. I glared at the still form of Enzo who was now on the floor writhing in pain.

Scourge took the phone from me, stepped aside so I could walk toward Enzo who was facedown. I kicked him hard till he turned to look at me.

“Don’t… don’t hurt her,” he stuttered as he spat out blood and held his sides.

I let out an exhausted sigh as I stooped over to where he lay. “You hate me so much you think she isn’t safe with me?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

“Your father is who I owe,” he groaned softly.

“My father?” I laughed.

“Well, I get what I want and…” I grabbed him by the collar of his red shirt.

“I get what I want… Gianna is what I want,” I breathed in his ear.

I let him go with a thud. I turned to Scourge who stood watching us.

“Get the present,” I ordered as I straightened.

A few minutes later, Scourge returned with a small box that had a ribbon holding the lid in place.

I collected the box from Scourge and threw it at Enzo. “Open it,” I ordered.

He frowned, looking down at the box with confusion etched on his face. His hands trembled as he tried to pick up the box.

“Come on… go ahead, open it,” the excitement in my voice was evident.

I couldn’t wait to see how he’d react when he found out what he had stashed in there.

I saw him swallow hard, his hand wiping away his sweat and some blood from his swollen face.

The ribbon came off, then the lid. He quickly shot his face up, his eyes trailing from Scourge and then settling on me.

“Wha… what is this?” He picked up the bloodied tissue.

I let out a chuckle, shaking my head at how dumb he looked. “I’m sorry but that was the only amount I could get. There was plenty from where that came from.”

Scourge let out a laugh as he nodded in satisfaction. “The old man didn’t see it coming,” he said.

“Right!” I nodded. “I promised Gianna to send you a present, and you know I’m a man of my word.”

“You are sick!”

“You rapist!” 

Enzo cried out, he tried to stand but his frail limbs failed him as he collapsed back to the ground.

“I’ll let you know more plans later,” I smiled, adjusting my sunglasses.

“I’ll kill you!”

“I’ll make sure of that!” He yelled, kicking his legs in the air.

“Here, you’re bleeding.” I threw a handkerchief at him and walked out of the living room with a satisfied grin on my face.