Chapter five
Rafaello's POV
Pain screamed through the walls. A gunshot cracked. Then silence. The silence after the gunshot was deafening, heavy enough to crush anyone who dared breathe. I stepped out of the torture room, letting the fear linger.
Of course, someone had to die before everyone understood how this mafia works.
Each step on the concrete echoed authority. The room shifted; tension snapped through the air like a live wire. Every eye in the room flicked toward me; even the toughest men knew fear when it stared them down. All the men adjusted their posture in the meeting room. This was to be expected since I am the most ruthless and feared Italian mafia boss,after the Godfather, my grandfather.
I didn’t need to make my presence known while entering the room; my aura itself was enough. I walked in, removing my dark sunglasses. I stared at my gold watch lazily. My grey eyes swept the room like steel blades, slicing through every flicker of fear and defiance. I let my presence fill the space, a quiet storm that promised consequences without a single word.
I cleared my throat roughly before finally speaking.
“Explain. Now. Why was my shipment seized by the authorities?”
The room felt heavy with the weight of my words as I waited for their response.
“Boss, we… we didn’t know it was going to be seized,” the man at the corner said.
“Santino!” My voice rolled like thunder, and my capo,my right hand,immediately understood.
The next thing that happened had them holding their breath. Santino took out his gun and shot the man who had just talked. He stood up, towering over him.
“The next time you talk to the boss, you stand up straight,or the next bullet will go through your heart,” his voice echoed as I watched with a cruel smile, pulling out my cigar like nothing had just happened.
The dull smoke from my mouth spread through the room like a fog of menace.
“Basta!” (Enough)
“I want the shipment brought in within an hour. Fail me, and dig your own graves,starting tonight.” I pointed at each one of them. They knew this was not a warning nor a threat. I meant every word.
“There is no room for sloppiness. It’s either it’s done or get done. Understood?” I slammed my fist on the table, making the room vibrate. Then I gestured them to leave, except for Santorini. Could my day get any worse?
My gaze shifted to my laptop; I needed to know what that woman was doing. I flipped through the CCTV feeds. There she was, strutting into the kitchen like she owned it. And yes… in nothing but a towel.
“Damn!” I roared, hurling the laptop into the wall. Her hands trembled, betraying lies she tried desperately to hide.
“Man, you need to calm down,” Santorini said, gesturing me to sit.
“I told you she’s trouble, and I’m gonna deal with her.”
“Holy shit!” He cursed, looking at his phone.
“What?” I raised my eyebrows, curious.
“She worked there. The report was right.”
That was all I needed to hear to deal with them.
“I need to go. You take care of the shipment issue and report to me when things change,” I said, taking my car key.
“Yes, boss.”
I walked to the underground packing lot, got into my black sedan, and drove off. I held the steering wheel tightly as my eyes turned red. Then my phone rang. The screen displayed Nico,he was one of my best men, in charge of security at the mansion.
“This better be a life-and-death situation, Nico,” I growled.
“Boss, the woman tried to escape, and…”
“Have her secured. I’ll be there,” I thundered before hanging up. One wrong glance, one misplaced word, and she’d regret it for the rest of her life.
Damn, so she thought she was smart, huh? I wondered which hole she crawled from, but I was going to make sure she was put back in it.
After twenty minutes, I arrived, and the heavy metal gates opened as I drove in roughly. I got down and kicked the mansion door open.
I walked through the empty halls, ignoring the greetings from the servants, as I got to the living room.
“Son, you’re back,” my mother said.
“Not now, mother. I don’t have the energy to exchange words with you,” I said, ignoring her before rushing upstairs.
I clicked the door open to find her tired, sitting in a chair.
“You…” she was about to say something when I slapped her hard across the face, sending the chair sideways as she fell to the floor.
I yanked her hair as I raised her face to meet mine.
“Did you really think you could waltz into my life, ruin everything I built, and walk away?” I hissed, holding her tighter. The fear in her eyes was loud enough to fill the room.
“Did Vescari send you to me?” I asked.
“Are you one of his whores? How much did he pay you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she cried.
And I knew better than to think those were real. Her fake tears were not going to smoothen her way out of this.
“Wrong answer.”
I kicked her side as she rolled toward the bed, and she yelped in pain, but I couldn’t care. This is how you deal with traitors. No remorse. No mercy.
“You thought I wouldn’t know. You were sent to bend me, to kneel me. Wrong move.”
“Please, please, I’m sorry,” she pleaded.
I pulled her up and threw her onto the bed. “You might have fooled my mother, but not me. Walking around like you own this place,like a desperate fool that you are. Now I’m gonna give you what you wanted.” I taunted her.
I grabbed her roughly, her fear feeding my fury. I didn’t need to raise my voice,the tension alone was a weapon sharper than any blade.
I pulled off her hoodie. I tore off her shirt, exposing her black bra. My hands touched her roughly as she wiggled and cried beneath me.
I grabbed her by the neck and kissed her lips violently until I felt blood and then withdrew. Her face turned bright red as she breathed raggedly, gasping for more air.
I got up, ready to unbuckle my belt.
Then she got off the bed, kneeling in front of me, her body trembling like a frail twig.
“I’m sorry. Please, I’ll do anything. I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” she pleaded as tears streamed down her face.
“Then talk, damnit!” I
yelled.
“I didn’t… I didn’t,”
“One word. The wrong word, and you’ll regret it in ways you can’t imagine.”


























