Chapter 3: Vuo cagna!

WARNING SIGNS:

LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS

CURSING

VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE

SELF-INFLICTED HARM

BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE

VALENTINA’s POV

However, I don't operate in that manner. Stealing is punishable by death, murder is punishable by death, and reporting is punishable by, you guessed it, death. I grinned wickedly.

I turned away from the man, laughing bitterly. "I would murder you even if you simply annoyed the hell out of me," I said.

I turned to the guy who was still silent. As I had asked, he was covered in blood and bruises. But he didn't disclose anything. I wanted to find out who he reported my business dealings to.

Because the worst thing any mafia could have are foolish, immature snitches who run to the cops or sell out to the highest bidder.

Although the cops are in my pockets, it doesn't follow that they won't bring me down. They are undoubtedly building a case against me, I am certain. Since it amuses me so much, I allow them. How they believe they can get to me. Their strategy for bringing me down. I am unbreakable.

As I drew my knife from my pocket, I said, "So you won't talk? I have no use for you."

The unattractive middle-aged man seemed to have broken out of his silent stupor and attempted to tug at his chains. "Vuo cagna! (You bitch!)" he screamed.

"You hear that, Vix, he called me a bitch," I whispered, holding my heart in my hand. Never would I be a bitch." I gave the man a smile as I went up to him. In one swift motion, I had driven the knife firmly over his neck in a single, straight line.

Blood sprayed all over me, spluttering out. The guy gave up to death after he choked on his own blood for five seconds. Even if it's a horrible way to die, it's still unavoidable.

I cannot be lenient because after that, everyone will perceive me as someone who is easily manipulated. And they'll treat me like a doormat and tread all over me. As a woman, I've had it hard enough.

I took my phone out of my pocket and looked at the clock. I think I should leave now. My father will be waiting for me, and heaven forbid if I'm late. I cleaned some of the blood that had gotten on my face and my hands with the towel the guard gave me.

In the blink of an eye, the chaos here would be cleaned up and sorted. Blood would be washed away, and the corpse would disappear. The snitch would no longer exist.

I threw my hoodie on the ground and shrugged it off after getting to my plane. The plane's little staircase brought me aboard. Seeing my dad sitting inside, my body became stiff.

What the heck? Damn it!

I was spotted by my father, who gave me a frown. A glance I've become used to it as well. "Valentina, my my, you look like merda (shit). I have no idea how I managed to get you married off," he said in a raspy voice, laughing at his own quip.

I took the seat that was the farthest away from him in the large plane and bit my lip.

Father had different ideas for how I should spend this time, even though I wanted to use it to catch up on sleep. As he kept speaking, his gaze remained on me. "When we go to meet the Americans, you'll have to dress better than that," he said, tugging at a loose thread from his grey suit.

I put my head in my hand since I really wanted to lessen my father's constant nagging.

"Don't treat the Americans with contempt, regardless of what you do. Your husband, who goes by the name Luca, has such a silly moniker. You let him treat you as he pleases. Do you get me? He grumbled as he waited for my response. I detested answering him back.

I couldn't stand sharing a space with him.

I gave a fake nod. Does my father truly not care about me? The fact that he would let his only child be sold off without regard for who I would be in the custody of. I grinned at myself.

He ought to have simply murdered me if he despised me that much. Since I'll eventually murder him. And that day is approaching quickly.

From his chair, my father sprang up and advanced toward me with a few intimidating steps. Damn. I kept my focus on him. I was aware of his next move. When he seized my wrist hard, I still flinched. I attempted to avoid breathing his terrible breath as he snarled, "Do you understand?"

"Yes father," I said with my teeth closed. I may kill him. But someone would always know, they would always know. He released my wrist and returned to his chair, saying, "Good." As I turned my gaze away from him, I took a deep breath.

It took us a long and painful flight to get to our destination. I was exhausted because of his presence, and I was unable to get any sleep. We were checked into a hotel, and the plush sheets made me feel more affection than my own father ever could, so I collapsed onto the bed.