Romans & histoires The Mafia Who Lost His Cool

Quickly I grabbed my phone and placed a call to Nathan. The phone rang for minutes before I heard a voice, “Aria? Where have you been? I’ve been calling…” “Nathan…” My voice broke. “I need help. Please. My father… the mafia… they came. They’re forcing me to…” He exhaled sharply. “Aria, listen… things are bad everywhere. My parents are in debt too. Everyone is. That new IMF system destroyed everything. Loans, interests, taxes, people can’t breathe.” I pressed a hand to my forehead, dizzy.

I walked out, I made my way toward the open air gallery, the long, arched hallway that overlooked the estate's courtyard. The night air was biting, but I needed the chill to settle the heat still simmering under my skin. I leaned against one of the thick stone pillars, lighting a cigarette and watching the smoke vanish into the darkness. "The shipment from the coast is delayed," a voice rumbled from the shadows. I didn't turn. I knew the heavy gait of Marco, my head of security. He stepped into the light of the sconces, looking as tired as I felt, but significantly less complicated.

“Whoever is behind all this, we’ll put an end to it, sir.” Dante turned his head. Fabio was watching him from across the cabin, expression unreadable. He smoked a cigarette calmly, but his eyes—sharp as knives—betrayed that supposed indifference. They hadn’t just lost a trusted man. Fabio had just lost his brother. Dante exhaled sharply, took a sip of whiskey, and after a moment of silence, murmured: “I’m thinking about Mancini.” Fabio chuckled low, humorless. “Oh yeah? And here I thought you were thinking about the girl.”

another man said, stepping closer, eyes widening. “Montrel’s mark?” Panic exploded inside my chest. I grabbed the necklace instinctively, taking a step back. The leader’s eyes sharpened. “A girl like you wearing the Montrel emblem? That doesn’t happen by accident.” The men behind him laughed. “I bet she’s some kind of toy for the empire,” one said, grinning. “Didn’t know the mafia kept their jewellery this pretty,” another added. Heat rose to my cheeks; shame, fear, anger all at once.

“I’ve had enough paid into my account to make sure my kid and wife are settled for their whole lives. But I don’t think you’re ready to die just yet.” I wasn’t scared of death. I just didn’t plan to die today. “Who sent you?” I repeated, my voice still calm. “The Spanish mafia, Raffael de Luca.” I couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at my lips. Adrian Corez… you sly bastard. Finally, you’ve gotten my attention.

Blood sprayed hot across my hand, my sleeve, and I stood there a long moment afterward, breathing evenly despite the roar building behind my ribs. "I guess no grand son for granny then." I said, wiping my hands with a towel before setting the blade aside. The second man hadn’t broken as easily. He seemed more composed, with no remorse on his face even now....only cold calculation as he waited to see what I would do next. Haha, The sheer bravery of someone so disloyal disgusted me more than anything else could. In the Mafia, trust was everything. Once it was lost, it could never truly be earned back. Money, however, was different.

"I know how you feel, I also know how it feels to lose, I also know how it feels to worry. Because before you felt it, I felt it first. I admit that if your enemy is a cold-blooded killer, you never look at anything if he's wrong you. won't hesitate to kill him right away. " "You don't remember yourself, you have friends who can help you. You have friends who can be your brothers, me, Varo, Ridwan, we can be your shields when you're in trouble. Remember one thing the mafia is also an ordinary person who needs family. and friends, "said Edwin coldly. "You feel yourself as a mafia?" I asked in a flat tone.

I asked again, feeling sorry that I am unable to help Lucas since I was with Aurelia most of the time during the party and passed out before I could mingle. "If I'm not mistaken, his name was Sean Gonzales," he said. Gonzales? The name was very familiar and having a Gonzales name in the Mafia was a trademark. And Freddy Gonzales, is the reason for it. The Madman of Mexico was impossible to be left unnoticed. But the name Sean doesn't ring a bell. "He was at the party. Do you know anyone named Sean Gonzales?"

The first man spoke aggressively. "It's just a boy of 16 leading the mafia all alone, he is immature." Breaking a short pause the same man uttered while his eyes shined in clear anger and insult. "That fucking hot blooded bastard, he will cry blood. I will make him pay for today!"

I said at last not being able to hold more just crying my heart out whereas she just bandaged my wrists and told me everything about him. She said he was once all jolly in nature but after he lost his family he changed in order to hide his actual feelings. I felt sad for him but not to forget she also told me that he was a person you don't want to mess with as he was A RUTHLESS MAFIA. Believe me on this I felt like my breathing hitched for a movement when she said that he was a mafia not even thief or even a gangster but a mafia I guess the only option left was to escape from here and if I would be having good luck I would be finally free. I didn't notice when while talking my eyes felt hea