Not yours, mafia Don

Chapter 8

Silvestro’s POV

She didn’t flinch, just stood there watching me like I’d grown two heads.

Too much audacity for a woman, but I loved it.

My eyes stayed on her the whole time, her hand clutched tightly at her side, holding her dagger.

Our gazes locked in a fierce battle as I took four slow steps toward her. Neither of us was ready to back down.

I stopped very close to her, her soft cologne filling my nose and catching me by surprise.

I never expected a stone-hearted girl to smell this nice.

Focus, Silvestro. Emotions are for the weak, I scolded myself.

I signaled the men, and they exited the room immediately.

“I know you’re not here for the ring. You missed me, that’s why,” I said, a smirk on my face.

“You wish, son of a b***h,” she fired back. Then she turned and headed out, her chin held high as she walked with a kind of grace I couldn’t name. Something I found interesting. Something I wanted to claim—or maybe break. I shook my head as if to push the thoughts away.

I returned to my seat, my mind drifting to the day I met her. It was a fierce battle between her and the other bidders, but she eventually won. When she was about to seal the deal I stepped in with millions and took it home.

Not that I needed it — I just felt like toying with her.

Damiano’s entrance broke through my thoughts.

“Boss, the east coast was attacked today. Roberto was shot in the leg,” he said, and I sprang to my feet.

“How did that happen? Who dared leak information about my incoming goods?” I yelled, the vein at my temple throbbing. I grabbed my jacket from the armrest, slid my gun into my pocket and strode for the door. Damiano followed closely but quietly. He knows what happens if he talks when I’m like this.

This shouldn’t have been done by who I’m thinking. If it was, I will draw his blood and feed it to his family. How dare they.

I stepped into the car. Damiano took the driver’s seat, turned the ignition, pressed the accelerator and drove off into the night.

A cold sweat broke out on my skin. I knew Damiano had a lot to say, but the heat inside me was not welcoming.

Someone had dared to attack my people. Not only that, my reliable captain of the east wing had been shot.

There is a spy among the workers, no doubt. I will find the spy, skin him alive and feed his body to the crocodiles in the lake at my penthouse. They have not had human meat in a long time, after all.

We pulled into the driveway at the warehouse on the east coast and everywhere was a mess. Goods were scattered on the ground. Stains of blood marked the concrete.

I gripped my gun tightly and my eyes landed on a bullet on the ground. I pulled my gloves out of my jacket and slipped them on. I picked the bullet up and my eyes reddened with fury.

Alejandro, I muttered through my teeth.

His name was imprinted on the bullet. I knew he had deliberately left a clue. He always did.

Two can play the game. I would strike back with full force, but I needed to make sure Roberto was all right first.

I stepped into the mini clinic at the end of the warehouse, the one I kept in case of things like this, and I was glad I did. Roberto was the only man I trusted here. I did not trust the workers and never would.

My eyes landed on him — my ever agile captain — lying still with a bandage on his leg.

A nurse stood up immediately when she saw me and bowed. “Boss,” she greeted.

“How is the injury?” I asked, my voice gruff.

“Not too severe, sir. With good rest he will be back on his feet in three days,” she said, her voice quivering. Who would not quiver when talking to me? Does he have a knack for death?

“Lillie does not,” my subconscious whispered, and I shook the thought away. This was not the time for that.

Roberto’s eyes opened and, when they found me, he tried to stand, forgetting his leg was injured. He winced and lay back down.

“Boss,” he called, his voice low and weak.

“No need to explain, Roberto,” I cut him off. He sighed.

I sat there staring at him as I imagined how Alejandro’s skin would look under my knife.

I turned to Damiano.

“Check around for any abnormalities,” I ordered. He nodded and strode out with a bow.

My eyes never left Roberto, and the more I looked at his bandaged leg the more I wanted blood to spill.

Alejandro doesn’t know what I have in store for him.

He holds the meat. I hold the knife. I will cut him piece by piece.

I will burn his empire.

I will capture his family and make them pay.

Damiano returned minutes later.

“No abnormalities, boss, but the CCTV footage was destroyed,” he said quietly, avoiding my gaze.

The room felt colder as the words sank in.

It dawned on me: Alejandro had deliberately called for war. That’s not how I do things. I don’t rush. I go slow. I will watch his every move and strike when he least expects it.

I will bring his whole empire down.

I will make sure Alejandro regrets the day he was born.

I will make him suffer, make his life turn around in a drastic way. I will make him beg for death.

I will crush him bit by bit and he wouldn’t know what hit him.

He dare messed with me? He dare planted a spy in my empire?

I turned to Damiano “donot make any move, lie low till we fish out the rat,”

“Copy that boss,” he replied I was about to say something when Roberto weak voice interrupted.

“Here boss I was able to secure this he said stretching his hand to me and my eyes widened in surprise as I saw it.

The key!!