Mrs Mafia and her Boss-baby

Chapter 9

Silvestro’s POV

The key to the Gold Mine penthouse sat proudly in his palm.

Even in the face of death he still protected my most cherished possessions. He needs to be promoted, but that would be after he recovered.

I collected the key and tucked it carefully into my pocket. This is a prized possession.

A few days ago, my men stumbled upon the Gold Mine penthouse while transporting my goods. Roberto alerted me, and he secured the key before the other mafias arrived. It turned into a bloody war until I sent backup, and we won.

Thinking we had won, I let my guard down. Big mistake. That was how Alejandro succeeded.

But it was never too late. I would get my pound of flesh.

“Good job, Beto,” I said, calling him by his short name.

He only grunted and I could tell he was in serious pain.

I turned to Damiano. “Let’s head back.” He stood, patted Roberto, and we filed out of the clinic.

The nurse kept her head bowed.

“Send a thousand dollars to the nurse’s account,” I instructed.

“Copy that, boss.”

We made our way to the car and took our seats. Damiano started the engine, pressed the accelerator, and we drove off, leaving a trail of dust behind.

We pulled into the driveway. I stepped out of the car and closed the door with a loud thud. I marched into the house, my boots making soft sounds on the tiled floor.

I kicked off my boots, sat on the couch, and lit my cigarette. I took a long drag, then blew the smoke out hard as Roberto’s pitiful face flashed through my mind. I clenched my fist so tight my nails dug into my skin.

“Excuse me, boss,” Damiano said. He’d been standing the whole time. He gave a small bow and left, leaving me with my thoughts.

I don’t think I’ll strategize now — not when my captain is hurt.

I will challenge them head-on now that it’s still hot.

I carefully brought the key out of my pocket and examined it. I stood up and headed for my study, placing it in the safe where I kept Don Ricci’s heirloom.

I looked around cautiously, even though I knew no one would dare spy on me.

Spy. That reminded me there was a rat among my men.

I input the lock pin, watched the dial, then straightened the hem of my jacket and stood upright.

I slipped out of the study as quietly as I had come.

Damiano was back in the sitting room.

“Gather the men here in five minutes,” I commanded. He left to do as I said.

Minutes later the men gathered, looking as stern as I expected them to be. There was no time for smiling. That was a sign of weakness.

I rose. They all bowed their heads in unison.

“Boss,” they chorused.

I went straight to the point. “There is a rat among us. Show yourself before I do it myself.”

The temperature in the room dropped the moment I dropped the bombshell.

I stared at them, looking for anything suspicious, but I found nothing.

Two things were certain. Either the traitor was not present, or he had been doing this for so long that he had learned to hide his guilt. Long enough to control his face. But Silvestro is a hard knot to crack.

I would stop at nothing to find the traitor, even if it cost me my last drop of blood. That is how far I would go.

“Y’all wanna play dumb?” I asked again. No one moved. I picked up a glass and smashed it on the floor near their feet.

After what felt like forever, I dismissed them. “Y’all can go. I know what to do.”

They filed out in twos and threes, chatting quietly about it.

I took a long, aggressive drag on my cigarette, then tossed it into the trash can.

The thought of the key resting in my safe made my lips curl into a small, sinister smile. It vanished as quickly as it had come.

Having the Gold Mine penthouse was everything a man could want, but my men had stumbled upon it first. How did the other mafias learn about it?

Or are there more than one spy in our midst? I’m not going to slack off. Tomorrow I will fish the culprit out.

My mind drifted to Lillie and I wondered what that crazy girl would be up to.

The wedding is in two days. I can’t wait to see that frown on her face. It always intrigues me.

Soon she would take over the Ricci empire and I know it will be bloody. But I wouldn’t let a strand of her hair get hurt.

I knew her brother tried to kill their father just for the inheritance. Too bad he would not get a dime.

Their mothers are no saints either. I am pretty sure Nestore’s mother knew about her son’s plans, typical for a mistress, what else should I expect? If I see them anywhere near Lillie again, I will plant a bullet in their skulls.

Lillie survived on her own. She climbed the ladder by herself and I have to say I am impressed.

My phone rang. I reached for it. The voice I always hated to hear sounded through the line and my grip tightened on the phone.

Amanda. The b***h who stole from me and eloped with someone.

She was still alive because of the history between us, but if she tried to come close again, I would not be lenient.

“Vestro,” she called me by the pet name she used to give me. The name that once sounded like a melody now sounded like a curse.

“Don’t,” I interrupted. “Don’t ever call me that.” I could hear her gulp on the other end. “Speak now while I’m still nice.”

“I’m sorry for everything. I was kidnapped,” she lied smoothly. A low dark chuckle escaped my lips.

“You were kidnapped and posting photos with a man on social media? You are in love with a kidnapper? What do you take me for?” My voice dropped low and deadly.

“It’s not like that,” she stuttered.

“How is it not like that? You were chilling in Las Vegas, right?” I fired. She went mute. I knew she would be surprised I knew where she was. To hell with her.

She was about to say something when I interrupted.

“Never call me again, Amanda. Else you no longer value your life.” I ended the call with a click. How dare she still have the guts to call me?

My mind drifted back to the night she left.

We had been together for years, ever since before I became a don.

That week I had made a huge sale worth trillions. I planned to expand my business with it and give some to her family.

I had left the suitcase containing the cash under the bed and she knew it. We never hid things from each other.

I left for work as usual, only to come back to an empty house. Amanda was nowhere. I was not bothered at first; I thought she might be out clubbing. But when the clock struck midnight I became alarmed. I tried her number and it did not go through.

I went into the room. Things were out of place. Her travel box was gone. My heart hammered as I stepped to the wardrobe and found her clothes had vanished.

So Amanda wanted to travel without telling me?

I tried her number again. It went to voicemail. It then dawned on me that this was not a simple trip.

I rushed to check under the bed. The suitcase was gone.

“Amanda!” I yelled, my neck veins throbbing.

I sat on the floor, my mind reeling with confusion.

Why would Amanda do this to me? I’d always been there for her — protecting her, providing for her needs. I even sponsored her younger sibling’s education.

What I hadn’t given her was my heart on a platter.

Yet she had the guts to do this to me.

It didn’t deter me. It fueled my desire to get richer. I wouldn’t hurt her — not for old times’ sake. Since then I vowed to have nothing to do with love. I only f**k holes whenever my c**k twitches.

I shook my head back to the present.

Amanda was the only person who offended me and managed to escape my wrath.

My men were everywhere; they fed me information about her whereabouts.

She was in Las Vegas. Seems the money she stole had been squandered, so she wanted to come back for round two. If she tries to come close again, I will feed her to the angry dogs.

I stood up from my chair and headed out to find Damiano.

I found him standing by the courtyard with some workers who were talking in low tones. They went silent as soon as they saw me.

They bowed their heads in respect but I did not spare them a glance.

“Gather the men, Damiano. We pay Alejandro and his family a pleasant visit,” I ordered.