Mrs Mafia and her Boss-baby

Chapter 6

Lavinia’s POV

‘The heirloom is with the bastard.’ I tried to remind myself the only reason I shouldn’t kill him yet but the dagger remained in position. Just a little more pressure and I could get this parasite off my shoulders.

I have always envisioned this moment—where I would be blessed with the opportunity to kill this bastard. Torture him until I am satisfied then end his very existence.

The day he sent a video of how he slaughtered Roy, my first personal guard, I had wished for nothing more than to run a dagger through his throat and slice his parts bit by bit until there was nothing left.

Just a little more pressure…

“Madame” I heard Elliot's gentle call from behind Stephen but I didn’t move from position. My jaws clenched as I heard him say again,

“You have a call”

But my gaze was fixed steadily on Stephen. His gaze was unwavering, an annoying smug at the side of his lips, his eyes daring me to do it—daring me to strike.

And I really wanted to. I really want to wipe that prideful smugness off his lips and see the shocking expression on his face as he falls to the ground in his own pool of blood. I really wanted to hear him scream and if he had no balls cry for mercy even, but I pushed myself away from him.

His smug turned to a smirk, “How sweet. My bride does not have the heart to kill me” He mocked but I ignored him, sliding the dagger back into position.

“Count yourself lucky.” My voice cold, “You get to see tomorrow. But it won’t last long”

“I’m flattered,” Came his lame reply.

“Madame, a call for you” I heard Elliot call again taking my attention back to him.

I took the phone from him and answered the call with Nestore in mind but to my surprise.

“Mia dolce figlia...”

I rolled my eyes at the voice of someone I didn’t expect to call me. What does this woman want from me?

“Jole, what can I do for you?” I asked, crossing my arms, awaiting her response.

“Lavinia, I am your mother. Should you call me by my name?”

“You have one minute to be done with why I am on a call with you else I hang up” I stately flatly.

I heard Stephen whistle—my eyes landed on him. He was resting now against a car before us. Why isn’t he out of here yet? What was he doing here by the way?

“I am at home,” she finally spoke. Her voice low and gentle, unlike the Jole I know but for a reason I could also tell.

My voice still distant and filled with disdain, I pressed, “I don’t see why you being at home are any of my business, Jole.”

“The Ricci Estate”

And my face turned sour. There was silence for a few minutes before I spat, “I’ll be there in less than twenty minutes. If I find you anywhere around that residence, I’ll chop off your legs and feed them to my dogs”

Again, I heard the whistle from the i***t still resting on the car beside me. I glared at him.

“You think this is still your home? Don Ricci is dead!" Her voice has suddenly switched, now sharp, "You have to be smart. You may not know, but you have more enemies than allies. I am one of the perfect allies you can have right now. I know some things that can help you keep this throne else... there are more than one person fighting for that position"

“You have eighteen minutes more to get out of my residence” I hung up.

“Get the car” My order was directed to Elliot, loud laced with anger. Jole might just get herself killed. I am not Don Ricci that spare familia. I don’t give a f**k about blood.

Stephen pushed himself from the car, “There is no need for that, my darling. I came with my ride.”

I clenched my fists wondering why everyone decided to test my patient today. The burning hatred in my heart only fueled my blood more as I felt the urge to drag out my dagger and not give him any space to breathe.

The heirloom. I reminded myself a thousand times in a few hours.

“Elliot!” I ordered again and he bowed quickly.

“Yes ma” he literally ran off to get the car. And he better hurry else I kill a Don which would raise more war than there already is.

I tore my gaze from the arrogant man the moment I heard the sound of the car. My head lifted towards the direction to see the car coming our way. I stepped back and turned to leave but his hold on my wrist made me pause.

Surprisingly, his hold wasn’t as cold as his arrogance but instead hot, surging heat from within me, causing me to glare at him.

“What?” I asked with annoyance and irritation.

“No goodbye kiss?” He asked and that did it because I didn’t know when it happened, but my leg met his jaw before he could complete his words.

He let go of my wrist and staggered back a bit down to the force. I watched how he massaged the spot with his tongue like it was a mere slap.

“Not bad. Not bad for a first kiss” he said coolly. For what?

I shook my head and marched away from him, rage building up in my heart as I made my way to the car.

He didn’t move, he stood there watching the car drive away from the area. I watched him pull out his phone and place it on his ear and that was the last I saw as we disappeared from sight.

Just as I mentioned on the call, we were already at the estate in less than twenty minutes. I got down from the car, my heels still covered in blood from the earlier attacco.

The guards opened the door without questioning, I looked around for a certain peasant but I couldn’t find anyone. I didn’t bother to ask. My mother had no balls. She runs away at every threat be it empty or not. A fool who left my father when he needed her the most—A runner, that’s who she is and she better keep running.

“Madame, Galio is here to see you,” Eliot spoke from behind me and I turned to meet his eyes.

“Galio?” I asked, wondering why the man would make such a mistake.

“Yes, Madame. He is in the garden. Should I send him in?” He asked but I shook my head.

“No need for that,” I replied. “I’ll handle him myself”

I didn’t stop to change my clothes; I made my way to the garden where I saw Galio puffing smoke from his mouth. Dressed in a designer's suit and stood tall like he got balls.

“What can I do for you, Galio?” I asked, voice low, arms crossed. The sight of him makes me want to pluck his eyes out.

I ignored the fact that he was standing right where Father used to stand when he wished to mediate alone. What was the stupid man insinuating? That he knew my father well?

“Lavinia,” he drawled with a grin, “Still sharp tongue and still adorable” His arms spread wide like I should run into them.

I stood there, my expression didn’t change.

“Oh come on, you used to run right into my arms when you were little. Don’t let your father’s death steal our closeness. You don’t have to be cold”

I smirked, “Cold? And what closeness are you speaking about? The one you stabbed at the meeting table?”

“Bella Lavinia, I did what I had to do. You’re too young to understand now, but you will eventually” He nodded like one who just spoke wisdom, and I lifted my chin to him.

“This garden—your father used to come here to think. He loved this place”

I gnashed my teeth in irritation, “Say what you came to say and get out”.

I watched Galio step closer, lowering his voice like we were sharing some secrets “I want you to have the throne, Lavinia.” My bored eyes continued to stare at him waiting for the catch.

“Marry me”

“Excuse me?” I almost chuckle.

He shrugged, “You need the legitimacy, the protection—a man. And Nestore’s already on the move. He has more claim to the throne than you do, you know that. Marry me and you will be untouchable. No one question a queen with a king by her side”

Silence followed. I studied his face. His calm and confident expression as he dragged the cigar. My father's age.

“And if I don’t?” I asked and he shrugged,

“I walk away and Nestore walks in”

My heart tightened in my chest. The mention of Nestore fuels my anger even more. I could now understand why Father never wanted me to mention his name again.

“Choose wisely, Bella Lavinia. And quickly too” Galio warned, “You have until sunrise. I can’t promise that the dogs will stay leashed.”