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.
THIRD PERSON'S POV Twenty-four hours ago…. Luciano turned on his computer. Sat behind his car while his henchman turned to close brother named James. Drove him to his hotel. From afar, one would see him as a young man wearing a black ensemble with a half-on, half-off hoodie above his jumper and bomber jacket. The number of tattoos already penetrating each corner of his clothing would show him to be someone who had lost his way. And he could do better if he found a good company in a conservative society. But that was just a farfetched dream if you asked his opinion. He was 'the Bullet' in the world. He oversaw fifty deaths of the most well-protected, untouchable cartel leaders all around the world. Those were a few in the numbers known. The number of the unknown would be a hundred times more if he kept count. He did the mission of killing all the bosses in just two weeks. And he did all that killing alone. He was a one-man army. The most feared man in Italy, if not the entire
Her accent... It troubled him. She had the same accent as his. All his life he had heard no one speak his accent except for his late mother. “You are bleeding. Haven't you learned to bandage yourself until now?” She is a doctor. Not another doctor. Doctors recently were people he did not want around. “Why do you care? If you are a doctor wanting to pick your nose where it doesn't belong. Stay away from me,” he shouted as he turned around and tried to press the exit button to let her off. But she pulled him back before he could do anything. He turned around and held her by the neck, suffocating her as he pushed her to the wall of the elevator. “ARE YOU HERE TO KILL ME? DID SOMEONE SEND YOU HERE TO KILL ME? WHO SENT YOU AND WHAT DOES WHOEVER SENT YOU WANT FROM ME?” He yelled violently. Then…. The force she used to pull him back said otherwise to his thoughts. She was not any woman. This woman was from his mafia world. She held his two arms on her neck with just one hand and unt
“Mmmhhhh ...... Did you say home?” Luciano narrowed his eyes at her. Then he laughed sarcastically. Hiding her face from the elevator cameras. The woman raised her eyes to Luciano. “Make me understand something first. Where have you been for the past twenty-two years? What was my mother's bodyguard doing when someone shot her dead?” He continued shouting angrily. The pain of losing his mother was re-living in his mind and body. “Your father held your mother hostage. He used her as leverage for our pack. Your father threatened to kill her if we tried anything, and your mother promised us for years that she was planning a way to get you both out. “She wanted to run away with you, before, when you were two years old, to return to the pack and failed. When she tried again….” “I guess… You remember because you were there…. when she got shot and killed. In front of your eyes.” Listening to her like this triggered a memory and Luciano remembered his father's warning. Salvatore Solana, Lu
She was crazy. She couldn't find anything meaningful more than coming to him with one crazy hell of a story. Werewolf?! He thought to himself. He removed his hands from hers. Luckily, the elevator had opened, and he did not have to deal with this woman anymore. He motioned with his finger for her to walk out of the elevator before turning her back and threatening her. He was still scared of her, but he needed to make sure he spoke to her through her craziness so that she didn't think of ever coming back into his presence. “Do not follow me. I will shoot you if you do. I do not see a bulletproof on you, which means you will die if I shoot you. “I have made it my habit to not kill innocent people, women, and children, but if you cause any threat to my life, just like what you just did in this elevator, you won't live to see another day. Now go and never return here again.” He couldn't spare time for that kind of bullshit she was spitting. “You have approximately sixty days until th
Luciano sat at the bar, speaking his mind to himself. “What am I doing at the bar if I can't drink?” He shook his head. Because at the moment the debate going on in his head was driving him crazy. I need this. I need a bit of fresh breath. The bartender poured a glass and extended it to him. A temptation. “I SAID NO ALCOHOL TODAY,” Luciano shouted at the bartender. He had been telling the bartender to stop bringing him alcohol nonstop. Trying hard to keep his focus on his plan. The authority in his voice made the bartender tremble as he murmured again. “I am so sorry, boss.” The bartender in shock was mostly wondering how he got Luciano to talk back at him once again on the same day. The bartender was one among the people who wondered and were disturbed by Luciano's behavior. They had so many unanswered questions about a lot of the things Luciano did. For example, how the woman Luciano walked to the bedroom with from the bar understood what he wanted. Because the woman would spea
Keirah was dancing beautifully, mesmerizing everyone. Lost in music with no awareness of her surroundings and the danger awaiting her. She was unbelievably beautiful. Her pictures in the Free book did not do her justice. She wore a cropped T-shirt and torn jeans. And she had positioned a beautiful ring perfectly on her belly button, which was on her tiny, fast-moving waist. The waist she moved seductively. Her eyes closed; She must be a runway model. Luciano thought to himself. Her body and facial features were intense and insanely feminine. Then she opened her eyes, scanning the crowd until their eyes met. “She is beautiful.” Words came out of Luciano's mouth without his knowledge. Almond-shaped eyes, sculptured eyebrows, sculpted high cheekbones, her lips already a focal point on her face for him. The lips that would call for a kiss every time. And then there was a look in her eyes he couldn't understand. She had a mix of scare and desire all at once and all over her face. Is i
She was so perfect and innocent. And to his surprise, she gave in more than he expected. He hoped she would give in just as much to walk away with him. Hand in hand, off the dance floor. Luciano kept reminding himself in his head every minute that followed with Keirah in his presence. That he was there to hypnotize her and steal her off the dance floor. He was there to save her from his uncle and nothing else. He recited the plan over and over to do the impossible of everything he needed to do to win her out of there. And walked with her to his room as his woman. That way, he could tell her what his uncle intended for her and warn her of men like his uncle. But he got it all wrong. He planned wrong. He didn't plan beyond the plan; he didn't know he would have to deal with her beauty clouding all his senses when they danced. He didn't plan for her scent, which hypnotized him over and over. Because that was now the only thing he could see and feel. He watched Keirah's beautiful fa
Luciano failed to hold his body still, shaking from fear and the unknown as he watched his uncle walk away with Keirah in his arms, into his private elevator. For the first time, it was so hard to bury his humanity. Pain… The pain he had never felt crossed him. Karma was making him pay for always staying on the sideline when Don Mauro held innocent women captive. And did terrible things to them, and Luciano chose not to intervene. Those women had someone like him, too. Someone who felt this much pain or more. Cement and Concrete stood back, guarding him as they laughed in his face. They expected no retaliation from Luciano. That told him everything he didn't want to know about himself. He was a loser, and his uncle knew it. He did not want to fight his uncle over a woman he had just met hours ago. The woman chose his uncle over him. He stayed. Luciano couldn't manage everything running through his head and went directly to the bar, forsaking everything and ready to drown hims