OUR ILL FATE

Sergio's pov “Boss, we were attacked by Anthonio's men in one of our secret warehouses this morning. His men killed ten of our men and they left a note for us.” my right-hand man, Andrea said. My jaw clenched hearing that. I could feel the heat and rage radiating off my body. I wanted to kill someone. I was furious because I lost him again. Anthonio Lorenzo, my biggest rival. I have been trying to track him down since I became the Mafia Don but I haven't. He killed my parents. Yes, he shot my dad right in front of me at my twelfth birthday celebration. My mom, who was a heart patient, had a heart attack immediately and died. My life has changed since then. I became heartless, wicked, and ruthless. My heart has become cold ever since I saw my parents' dead cops right in front of me. I have never celebrated my birthday since then as it was my parents' memorial. April 7th. The day I threaded the most. My mind darkened as I remembered those painful memories. “ How?? How the f*ck did his men know about our warehouse and kill our men? Did they take anything?” “ No Boss, they only left a letter. It looks like we have a ‘rat’ among our men as no one knows about our warehouse except our men and us.” Betrayals. I hate them so much. I must kill that ‘rat’ with my own bare hands. “ Gather all our men. I need to have a chat with them and catch that ‘rat’ before it's too late. Also, bury the dead men.” “ Yes, boss.” One thing about me is that I'm good at detecting liars. I wanted to be a criminal detective before I became a mafia Don. I got out of my SUV's car because I felt suffocated. I needed fresh air. “ Where are you going, Boss? I thought you wanted to go to the warehouse and this is the letter he left.” Andrea said, giving it to me. I took it vigorously from him and read it immediately. *.…"Long time no see my Friend. I would like for us to meet and chat, you know. I would love to tell you how it felt as I shot your dad right in your face.”....* “Ahhhhhhh”, I growled furiously and smashed my hand on the car window. My hands hurt but what hurt more was my cold heart. I must kill this f*cker even though it's the last thing I do before I die. All my men and guards around looked at me with horror because they knew what I could do when I was triggered. The window didn't break too because it's strong. “ Andrea, take me to the nearest Cafe. I need to get some black coffee before I lose my mind.” I said entering the car and sitting aggressively. “Yes, Boss. Drive to the nearest Cafe.” He said to the driver as he entered the car seat beside me and we zoomed off. We arrived at the cafe within five minutes and I came down. My men in the other vehicles came down and surrounded the building. I walked coldly into the cafe and everywhere became quiet as if they knew who I was. I smirked inwardly because of that power. I love power. My mind drifted to that f*cker and it hardened more with rage. Before I reached the cafe counter someone bumped hard into me. I was so disgusted that I wanted to snap at that person if possible shoot that person, because how dare you? But before I could even snap I got mesmerized with that angel staring right into my brown eyes. Beauty. That was all I saw. Her ocean-blue eyes were so captivating that I wanted to dive right in. I looked at those soft cute pink lips I wanted so badly to ravish, but I kept my cool, for now. I stared so intently at her and I didn't even hear what she said to me. She was about to go but I held her by her wrist and pulled her closer to me. I stared deeply at those blue eyes and my heart melted. It was as if she softened my heart and calmed my anger just by looking at me. "I'm so sorry sir for bumping into you, I wasn't looking at where I was going". She said so softly and innocently to me. Her voice was like music to my ears and I could listen to her sweet voice all day long. “ What's your name??” I asked her while still staring at those eyes. “Eleanor... Eleanor Salvatore”. “Beautiful name for a damsel like you.” I said to her and she smiled so sweetly at me showing me her cute dimples. Damn. I was already hard just seeing that smile. “Thank you so much, sir. What's yours?” She asked me while staring at me. “Sergio.” “ Sergio. That's also a nice name for a handsome person like you. You must be Italian.” I nodded positively at her. I loved the way she pronounced my name with her sweet voice. I wonder how she will sound when she moans that name loudly because of the things I will do to her. My pants twitched at that thought. I was mostly referred to as Don, Sir, or Boss. No one had the guts to call me by my name. I didn't also like people calling me by my name but the way she said it. I would love to hear her call me that often. “ Well, Sergio, it was nice meeting you. I'm actually off to class as I don't want to be late. Sorry for bumping into you once again, bye.” she said, slipping her hands from my hold. She walked out of the cafe moving her hips so innocently. Damn! She was hot. She wore simple high-waist jeans and a black crop top. So I could see those nicely defined curves and ass she got. She was sexy, very short too, probably below 5ft and I loved it. I could scent her vanilla smell as she walked out. She smelled so nice. I loved how innocent she looked. And I want her on my bed but not as a one-night stand but as MINE. Yes, Mine. “ Sir, what would you like to order?” The waiter asked me, shakily. I looked at him sternly with a cold expression because he just interrupted my thoughts about my girl. I'm sure he felt my rage because he quickly mumbled sorry and scurried away. I walked out of the cafe because I didn't think I needed that coffee to cool me off again. I have already cooled off just by staring into those damsel's eyes. “ What's wrong, boss? You didn't get the coffee again?” Andrea asked me worriedly. “Eleanor Salvatore. Look into that name and get every single detail about her. Don't leave anything out. I want it in my office first thing tomorrow morning.” “Yes sir.” I walked into my car and sat with Andrea beside me and my driver took off, with my men following behind us. I couldn't stop thinking about that angel I met. Eleanor, I love her name. She should also be Italian. I want to meet her again and I will meet her again at all costs because she is mine. I smirked evilly.