I need to act now. But...But something is not adding up. I try to calm myself down before trying to speak in the most convincing tone to dig more into this. “And how do you expect me to make her give them up, Zio?”
We both know I am very good at killing people who want me dead. I have never had time for a cheap chat or time to make small talk. This is his area of expertise.
And I know he has the best men in here for that job. How is it that he needs me on this? He smiles before standing up from the table. “Well, let's see about that....” he stops speaking and continues smiling broadly again.
Fuckin bastard…What is it that he knows that I don't know? Does he have more cards on his sleeve? He takes a seat back in his chair and lights his cigar again.
As if speaking to himself, he continues to speak.“ Here is the deal. Here is why I called you to come in here. If you succeed in getting me the codes, I will fulfill your mother's wish for you. I will help you get out of all this unscratched.” My uncle announces as he holds up his cigar.
He must be going crazy if he thinks that will work on me. Even my late mother would get mad in her grave if I let him use me in this kind of scenario.
“I am done here...” I stand up pretending to leave, studying the area, closing my eyes as I allow my nose to trace Keorah, trying to figure out in which direction he is holding her.
I make it look like I am threatening to leave. And that works in my favor because in the next moment. He is holding a gun at my head.
I don't open my eyes and I laugh hysterically at his attempt. He knows very well, as well as I know, that in this situation we are in, what he is doing can't work as a threat to me.
If it worked he would not have kept me alive beside him for all these years. Noticing what he has done. He quickly puts the gun down. My uncle is running desperate, and I like that.
He could never have pointed a gun at me. Everything about my uncle is well-calculated. By the looks of it, for the first time, he is now doing things on impulse without thinking.
That is good news to me.
He shouts with frustration. “Bullet glow up. We are talking about running the world, me, and you. This is not about me alone. It will be our new family legacy.
“We will have more power. Even if you will be out. Your children and their children will have this power to inherit.”
My children! Is he seriously thinking I will put my plan in jeopardy? And have children that I am sure he will want to use to keep up the family legacy. He must be going crazy.
“No one will threaten us for the rest of eternity. Our family legacy will live on and we will always be Gods.” He emphasizes this.
“Just like you Zio...I am never going to have children. Don't put your hopes on me.”
“Are you sure?” He enquires with a tone that doesn't sit right with me. As though he is sure I am having children.
“ I don't do women. I want to assure you that hasn't changed, I also will not have children no matter what.”
He must have thought with my interaction with Keirah that my mind had changed about having a family.
I make sure that in my eyes he can see that I am bent on not wanting to help him. This triggers a nerve in his crazy mind. And I see how frustrating this makes him.
This must have hit a nail. He is not used to anyone saying no to him and this means more than I could ever imagined.
Looking at him like this finally, after so many years. I am content. The bad choices that put me here and the reality of what I should do to stop him will not be in vain. I am almost completing my plan. The plan is to stop him and everyone around him.
I have planned to stop him for the last five years, and now I am almost doing it.
I am stopping him finally.
I want us to be the last.
The last Solanas to walk the earth.
The last serial killer in the family's name.
I am going to bring it all to ashes.
I speak to him with a smile on my face. “I am afraid I don't want to do that business. If you want to do that, just do it on your own. Like you have been doing with all the other deals. I told you, Zio, I don't want this life.
“I can't call it quits without your help, but I will never be part of this. The way you want me to. If you want to make her talk, then do it yourself.”
I speak calmly, assessing the waters, wanting to get informed on how much has been done and wanting to understand all this to be of help to Keirah
He must have done everything before asking for my help, and nothing is breaking her. The walk to hell would have made her talk.
If not, Cement and Concrete would have brought the codes out of her with their torture. The question that troubles me more is the understanding that I am the only path to making her give up the codes. How does that work? How is that possible? Why hasn't she given the codes up already?
Is she truly a biomedical engineer? or is she just a fraud pretending to be the engineer?
This should make me doubt her and her intentions in all this, but Weirdly enough, deep down unexpectedly, I have an unfounded trust in her. That scares the hell out of me.
Putting my life online to save her and now believing in her without a doubt like this is insane.
“I need your charms. Just as much as no one could get her to dance yesterday. No one can break her. It is as if they have trained her to survive in pain forever. She fears nothing. Not even death… And that is the first for me.”
Is my uncle telling me that Keirah has been trained to withstand my uncle's torture? Who the fuck is Keirah?
“We are trading here Bullet… Trust me, I promise I will get you out. I will swear by the code of honor if I must.”
Even with a knife on my uncle's neck, he would never swear by the Mafia's code of honor. But for the first time, he is willing now.
Jesus…. This is too much to be coming at me all at once. I am going nuts.
The mafia code of honor meant keeping his mouth shut until his death. My family and I would be safe anywhere we went in this world, even after his death.
And that is all I have wanted for Zi and James. And also what my late mother wished for me. I can be free now and walk out of the Mafia world.
I am tempted for a second but I know it will all be for nothing if he gets his hands on the codes.
There will be nowhere for me to go if he has the codes.
I feel my uncle's desperation, and it fuels hope for me. Finally, he desperately needs something from me for the first time in forever.
To my excitement, I add a nail to his ego. “I said…. I am no longer doing this business. Let's not waste each other's time. Next time, call me for more important matters.” I speak as I arrange myself to walk out of his office.
My uncle stands up abruptly and opens the curtains to the glass walls of the next room. And I am brought face to face with Keirah…
My Keirah is in a chair with no awareness of what is going on. My uncle's favorite goons: Both Cement and Concrete stand on both sides of the armed chair on which she is sitting. “Cement!” My uncle yells through the microphone. “Inject her with Agra.”
And with that announcement, my heart stops.
James quickly stands up. And his eyes travel to the doorway hoping to see his brother and there is no one there.Then his eyes travel to Maria, but Maria has not moved an inch she is lying down in the same place that she was in, and she is still hissing in pain.He runs over to help her off the ground onto a sofa beside Baby Lana’s crib. As he helps her off the floor, she is looking at him with questioning eyes wondering. ”It was not me!”“Then who is it?”“It’s me!” A weak voice from behind them makes them turn around to see Keirah holding Don Mauro’s tablet in her hands.She raises the tablet in the air for Don Mauro to see it. And she is wearing an angry weak smile but a savage one. “I made the biochips. I know a way or two to undo them. A few codes and I have sent enough shock to shut their minds out. Did you think me stupid to show you everything?”She tries to get out of bed, but it becomes hard, and Maria motions for James to help her. James puts down Maria dashing to her side
Don Mauro’s whole body is shaking with fear. That he can’t even hold the tablet in his hand anymore. And the tablet drops off his hands falling back on Keirah’s bed.He quickly takes the baby out of Dr. Patel’s hand. Readying himself to run. “You are coming with me.” He threatens Dr. Patel.As soon as Don Mauro and Dr. Patel start moving. Dr. Fred, who has been for a while standing too close to the monitor, senses something.There is a flicker of movement that appears on the monitor. A faint but unmistakable rhythm emerges on the monitor.And just like Dr. Fred, everyone, including Don Mauro, James , Erede and Dr. Patel turn their concentration and are all looking at the monitor.It then becomes so loud something that everyone, including Maria who had lost consciousness, opens her eyes wide to the monitor.The room is in silent as their eyes widen in disbelief. Keirah’s heart begins to beat once more, and her vital signs start stabilizing.Tears of joy are on Dr. Fred, but they are al
The happy celebratory noise erupts through the tablet from the werewolves at the pack and from Erede beside James. This makes James quickly to bring back his eyes to Don Mauro’s tablet screen and he joins Erede in making the happy noise after observing how happy everyone is from Luciano’s win. To James’s surprises Don Mauro is smiling too. From the look on his face, he wanted Luciano to win. As if remembering something. His face changes into a serious murderous one. As he quickly gulps in his remaining whiskey on his bottle and throws the remaining piece of cigar on the floor putting himself together as he announces to his goons. “Time to go. We are done here. Kill everyone in here....everyone including that sleeping baby in her crib. And that unconscious woman Maria too. “I don’t want anyone in here to walk out alive. And lock the room after you are done. We need to move fast. Our job here is done. “ I need to prepare myself for my coronation speech. I don’t want to have it broa
The sound of Dr. Fred stumbling backward makes Don Mauro turn his full attention to him and by the look on Dr. Fred’s face, everyone in the room can tell.That whatever Dr. Fred is going to say is not going to be good news. There is so much panic surrounding him, and his fingers still holding Keirah’s hand that he just used to check for her pulse and any sign of breathing on her nose are trembling slightly.He swallows hard with fear written all over his face as he tries to speak, “She is dead,” he whispers, his voice barely above a hoarse murmur. “Keirah is dead.”There are painful tears on everyone all over the room except Don Mauro and his goons who all look unbothered. “That is bad. You ....” Don Mauro speaks as he motions for Dr. Patel. “Get Luciano’s dead bastard out. I want to see what the fuck that thing looks like.“It had a fight in it. What a disappointment. I thought we had a future together, I thought it had the Solana genes dominating it. And giving up was not an option.
“Yes…ME! I am going to rule over everyone from now on. Not just humans, but werewolves, too. Imagine being me.” Don Mauro laughs so hard that happy tears threaten his eyes. “See….take a look.” He raises his tablet in his hands and takes it around, showing what he is watching to everyone in the room. He is smiling happily. “I have eyes in the pack. Although I can’t get in physically. I can now see everything and use my army inside the pack. One word and I can flash out the whole pack in a blink.” On the screen of the tablet, that Don Mauro is taking around. There is a live feed of Luciano fighting with another man in a combat fight. Luciano is no longer in his white porcelain skin, and he is back to the human Luciano he has always been. Covered in his original tattoos as he fights another man. Luciano is fighting with all his might and so is the other man. When Don Mauro gets closer to his son, Erede. Erede questions him. “Who is Luciano fighting? Is that the famous Water?” “No...
James struggles to see the horror unfolding in front of him. As the pack leading doctor crumples to the ground, lifeless and betrayed. And the very loud beeping noise continues to make it to all his ears. This was not his plan. The plan was to save her. James’s fight crumbles like a fragile wall battered by an unstoppable storm. He stops moving. He stops fighting. He stops everything and stands like a statue in the goon hold. As the monitors continue beeping urgently. Informing everyone that this is the end road for Keirah. Erede, on the other hand, grips his chest, tears falling out of his eyes. “NO.. KEIRAH …NO.” He watches in disbelief, his mind struggling to comprehend the nightmare before his eyes. The scene puts him in more shock, and he is frozen in place, his senses overwhelming him. But this does not affect his father. With a cold, calculating gaze, Don Mauro surveys the room, scanning one person after the other. As if daring anyone to try him again. In his eyes, everyone