She Left In A Man's Car.

Chapter 6

MARKO.

“You've always pushed me awày and now you don't even want to let go? Let go, Gattina.” I said, taking her hands off mine, slightly irritated as I stared at my watch.

I have fucking two minutes and yet she keeps acting like i brought her here for the fun of it, how pathetic.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” She finally asked and I stared at her mockingly for a while before shrugging.

“Enjoy the night, Gattina.” I stated, leading her to a seat just by the end of the bar before walking away not bothering to spare her a glance.

As I turned around the corner, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and texted Pierro. They were already underground and as expected, some men were looking over Giovanni despite her oblivility.

I was already late as I pushed the door open and the scent of smoke filled my nostrils while all eyes turned to be fixated on me. 

The entire room was filled to the brim and seated according to hierarchy while the chair right at the front was left vacant, obviously for me.

“Greetings.” They all echoed in unison, standing to their feet while reclining their head in a half mock bow as I took my seat and made a gesture for them to sit.

“You’re late for the first time ever.” The Càpo Locàle muttered and I turned to stare at him for a few seconds before shrugging. 

“Piero. Let's get to the main reason I called this meeting, play the video.” In a few taps, a video of a man strapped with black linen onto his mouth popped up onto the screen off the projector and the discomfort from other members was duly noted.

“In a very small way of expressing it, Calabria has our hostage and what I want to know is how they laid their hands on a hostage of the Ndrines.” I lit a cigarette and blew on it as they exchanged stares.

“Hold on a bit, isn't it your personal team that should be responsible for the transfer of our hostage?” The Capo Locale pointed at Pierro and I bit the insides of my tongue but kept a cool outer expression.

How would it feel to see his insides spread on this table in front of everyone while red would be the last color he sees before his soul leaves this world?

How satisfying it would be to gut him from the inside out.

“I don't think so though. Capobastone clearly made it known a week ago that his personal team had something to deal with and another team should be in charge of it. The new team it was assigned to was that of you, Capo Locale.” The Maestro Di Buon Ordine countered and I just leaned back in my seat.

Repress Marko, Repress.

“But why such impromptu change? What was your team busy dealing with that their mission was changed? Let me guess, very busy with wedding arrangements?” It felt like a string was playing in my head as I leaned forward and placed my hands on the table while pressing the bottom of my cigarette onto the ash tray until it was completely off.

"What did you say?" I asked as silence invaded the entire room.

Everyone was watching in silence and astonishment as Capo Locale made mention of marriage.

Though he was the family chief and I had to respect him, this man was crossing the line and i wouldn't be responsible for that.

"A little birdie said you had been in and out of the registry some days ago." He smirked and i closed my eyes briefly, shoving my fist inside of my pocket as I clenched and unclenched it.

"I'm sure you didn't expect that anyone would find out right?" I smiled, tapping my fingers onto the table in a slow rhythm.

"Capo Locale. Send your son to tail on me again and that would be the last time you'd hear from him." He opened his mouth to say something but the shock of me mentioning his son made me shut his mouth.

"What..you didn't think I wouldn't notice a red truck following me at every stop made right?" All eyes were on him but no one dared to say a word.

"A lot of things are going wrong lately and perhaps, it could be because we've all been too loose. Maybe I have been too lenient with all of you so this is how its gonna be, I dont care what team was assigned for the safekeeping of the hostage_" I was saying when Piero tapped me softly.

"You know better than to interrupt me when I'm speaking." I gave him a warning glare as he whispered an apology.

"I don't care what team was assigned for the safe keeping of the hostage but by night fall in 2 days time, I want the hostage back at my basement." They nodded in unison and I stood up.

"Hold on, aren't we going to talk about the fact that you just got married though?" Before anyone else would get the chance to speak, I grabbed Piero's shot gun from his belt line and fired at Capo Locale's right foot.

"Arghh." The aim was smooth and added was the fact that it was a silencer so no noise was made.

"Talk about marriage a second time and you'll be loosing more than a foot." I handed the gun back to Piero and exited the hall, walking straight back to the club where I had left the little kitten...and she isn't here.

I thought she said a club wasn't her scene, perhaps she had made it her scene like I said after all.

"Where's Giovanna?" I asked Piero. 

"Guards stationed with her said that she left with a man. They're on their tail right now?" I swiveled to face Piero and grabbed him by the collar.

"What?" 

"I tried telling you earlier in the meeting but you were busy."