Chapter 42

                                    

                                          
Marco p.o.v



I clenched my fists, and struggles to keep my body from shaking in anger. The room feels suffocating, the air thick with tension. 
My heart pounds in my chest, an unsteady rhythm of frustration. I am pissed, seething with rage that threatens to consume me, but I held back, restraining myself. 
We are currently in my office in the brothel, a place I didn't want to establish. It was this bitch idea to build it, with reasons that it could both be a cover-up for some of my business, while does her thing. 
Her eyes swiftly flickered to my clenched fist, before quickly averted her gaze to my face. I watch as she shifts uncomfortable in her seat, I smirked inwardly. 
“You don't seem too happy to see me.” She purred in what could be a seductive tone, but sounded like a wounded cow to me. 
The anger I was trying so hard to suppress, threatens to erupt like a volcano. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath trying to find solace as I imagined Zoey's smiling face. 
Slowly, the tension eased. 
“How's the deal in Russia.” I forced myself to ask. I intentionally sent her to Russia to close the package she had previously sabotaged. 
I wanted her to feel the pressure of cleaning up the mess she had created. 
“I made a bloody mess of it, but it was successful.” She snickered, with glittering eyes, hoping to see a proud look on my face. 
All she met with was an unfazed expression. 
Bloody mess, my foot. 
Killing the dogs you used for your dirty work, and coming here before, hoping to see me all smiling with? That must be a joke. 
What she didn't know was I that I'm always aware of all her movements. Even before she makes a move, my eyes, and ears are everywhere. I wouldn't be the Mafia Don if I were a slow poke and naive, would I? 
From the moment I took control of the organization, I knew I had to be vigilant and be aware of whatsoever that happens within my empire. 
I, personally, oversee every operation, deals, and movement made by my capos and soldiers. 
Angela had always been a manipulator, effortlessly weaving her way through any situation with her enchanting smile and captivating charm. Men fell at her feet, willingly surrendering their hearts and wallet to her whims. 
But now she has become a sly and cunning woman, she wanted more, and she had her eyes on my seat. 
“She brought biscuits with her, and her dogs are mounted around us.” Vicious, the head of my soldiers informed me through the blue tooth in my ear. 
I stared at Angela who was eagerly waiting for me to commend her for her success. 
“Waste them, all.” I instructed, staring straight at her while doing so. Her confused stare morphed into horror when the TV in the room was turned on. 
She watched her dogs been taken down one after the other. 
“You bastard!” She growled, finally drown her innocent facade. “You knew all along.”
“Angela… “ I tsk. “I wouldn't be here alive and breathing if I was stupid and easy access. I am Marco Alfonso, VENOM and The Don.” I reminded her, it's obvious she has forgotten who she was dealing with. 
Angela had death knocking on her door the minute she thought of going against me. I have too many enemies, that want me dead at all cost.
“I'm going to kill you, bastard.” She hissed. “You made me an orphan and then came to save from my parents rivals, and you think I won't get revenge?” She aimed her gun at me. 
Angela was a broken little girl I had saved from the pricks who molested and abused her. But apparently, I killed her parents like they made her believe. 
She pulled the trigger with high hope of killing me off and getting revenge, but nothing came out. I would be foolish to let her have her ways, of course, I had my men switch the gun with an empty one. 
“I didn't kill your parents, they did.” The TV was turned on again and this time, the entire scene of how her parents died displayed on the screen. 
Her Father owes too much debt to the wrong set of people, the German mafia. Those pricks show little to no mercy on anyone, especially on those who owes them money. Uncle Dante, {my dad's younger brother} and I had gone to save them and also pay off their debt, but we were late. 
The Germans had already killed her parents and took her captive. 
“I would have forgiven you, but….” I saw her eyes went wide with fear, and terror. “You had the guts to plan against my woman?” I roared followed by my clean shot on her shoulder, immediately cutting a vein as blood pumps out of her shoulder. 
She turned to the door after recovering from the wound, just as she opens the door. I shot at her leg, bringing her to her knees. 
Following up with two perfect shot on the floor beside her head, she went unconscious due to shock. I don't intend to have killed, as she was an innocent pawn in the game. 
I lift my eyes up only to met my woman in tears as she watched the scene, I wanted to comfort her, but she turned and left. 
“Give her a proper treatment.” I instructed Meredith. 
“Yes sir.” She answered while I went after my woman.