The Mafia's Truce

CoveredInShame

The young lady who received the call was Maria, a secretary in the Chicago branch and a foot soldier in the mafia world. She walked to Anthony, who was the capo, and whispered to him. His expression turned grave, and he demanded to know if the call was genuine. Maria nodded, and Anthony instructed her to call back the mysterious caller. But it was too late. The connection had been lost.

Anthony and Maria drove straight to Alexander's mansion. The guards at the entrance scrutinized them before granting access, subjecting them to a thorough search. Once cleared, they proceeded up the driveway.

Inside, Alexander sat in his home office, engaged in a conversation with Mr. Ronaldo, his trusted advisor. A soft knock at the door interrupted, and a maid entered. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Anthony and Maria are here, sir."

Alexander's gaze flicked towards the door, and he nodded curtly. "Show them in." The maid retreated, and the door swung open, leading the pair inside.

Alexander's eyes narrowed, and his voice was laced with a hint of irritation. "It had better be very important.”

Anthony's expression remained grave. "We have reason to believe your daughter has been taken captive by one of your enemies, sir."

Alexander's eyes widened as he narrowed it, and a low chuckle escaped his lips. “Ridiculous! Who would dare to cross me in such a way?" He leaned back in his chair and gazed at Ronaldo, expecting him to utter something.

“What reason did you have to believe so?” Ronaldo asked.

With a nod, Anthony prompted Maria to speak. She hesitated briefly before revealing, “We got a call from a girl who wanted to speak to you, sir; she said your daughter is being held captive.” Maria's eyes remained fixed on Alexander, who listened with an intriguing smile.

Ronaldo said nonchalantly, "It's probably just a prank, sir. Someone seeking attention."

Alexander's cheeks widened, "A rather costly prank, I'd say," he replied, his gaze shifting to Anthony. "Call the hospital; I want to speak to my daughter,” he ordered.

Anthony put his hands into his pockets and took out his phone. It was then that he saw the message from the Rossi Syndicate; the same syndicate that had Nadia. He opened the message and his eyes and mouth widened.

The phone trembled in his hand as he approached Alexander. Alexander's eyes locked onto the screen, his gaze freezing on the image of his daughter, Nadia, beside Rossi's wife. The caption "My wife has your daughter; it's time to surrender" seemed to sear itself into his mind, igniting a fury.

Alexander smashed the phone onto the desk, shattering the screen and silencing the device.

“Rossi came to Chicago to spite me after all these years,” Alexander said softly. “That doesn't mean he will kill my daughter,” he added.

“He is the most ruthless man alive,” Ronaldo reminded him.

….……..

Nadia's wrists and ankles were chained, her body exposed and vulnerable as she stood on the auction block.

Ava smirked at her, and she sarcastically praised her to the crowd of mafia members.

"Gentlemen, behold the lovely Nadia! Daughter of the great Alexander Valtor, her beauty is undeniable, and her... ah, talents are sure to please any of you."

Every man in the room gazed at her with lust-filled eyes; their admiration for her physique and beauty was evident in their faces. The bidding war began, with each suitor eager to claim her for their depraved desires.

The price kept rising higher and higher until one person spoke up and offered a huge amount of money.

"Sold to Marcus!" Ava declared.

Another whispered, “That's his monthly pay!"

Nadia's heart sank, her fate sealed as she was unchained and dragged away, her body sold to the highest bidder, and her dignity and virtue were about to be toiled with.

Nadia's heart raced as she was forcibly dragged into the room, and the door slammed shut behind her. She found herself alone with Marcus, her captor and buyer; her mind was filled with terror.

But to her surprise, Marcus's expression was calm, almost calculating. He approached her and saw the tears in her eyes. His voice was low and conspiratorial.

"When I give the signal, I want you to scream. Loudly. Convince them that I'm doing what they think I should be doing."

Nadia's eyes went wide, and a small spark of hope appeared in her heart. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Okay, I trust you."

Marcus's face softened, and a hint of a smile played on his lips.

"Good. Let's do this,” he said, signaling for her to scream in pain.

Her screams echoed in the building, a chilling melody that satisfied Ava and the rest of them. While she screamed, he paused her and suggested he hit her to make it believable.

Nadia emerged from the room, her eyes red and puffy and her clothes torn in places. Marcus's hands shoved her forward, sending her crashing to the floor. Ava and the others burst into sadistic laughter.

“Alexander Valtor's daughter is covered in shame,” she said, laughing.

Her mind raced with questions as she gazed at Marcus, her rescuer. What motivated him to aid her, and what did he hope to gain in return? Her eyes drifted to his hands, and she noticed something peculiar: he lacked the tattoo that seemed to adorn the hands of many in the room.

She scanned the area and counted twenty individuals bearing the mark out of a total of thirty-eight. A hypothesis formed in her mind: "Maybe the tattoo serves as a symbol of initiation or membership."

Nadia folded herself in a corner, pretending to be r***d. Ava walked towards her and bent their eyeballs to meet each other.

“Do you even know why you're here?” She asked.

Nadia waved her head to and fro quietly, shivering.

“Your papa stole from us, well, technically not him. Derek Vale stole from us,” she revealed nonchalantly as she slowly touched Nadia's cheeks.

A car sped into the compound fast. Ava's eyes quickly turned to the entrance. She gave a sharp look and subtly signaled to be ready for anything. Nadia's body tensed up automatically.