The Forced Mafia Princess

08 | Eliminating Threats

| MARCELO |

We walked through the hallway of the jet, hand in hand. Mya kept trying to pull her hand away, but I wasn’t going to have it. She was so shy and cute. We really were going to discuss what was going on between us. I wanted to make her mine as long as she was willing to give me the chance. I wasn’t going to keep cowering from the truth.

As we reached the exit, I noticed Tommaso standing next to the door with his head down, texting God knows who. If he really was the traitor, I was going to f**k him up.

“Let’s go, Tommaso,” I stated loudly, startling him, and almost making him drop his phone as he quickly stood straight.

“Marcelo,” he replied with a curt nod.

“Sit on the passenger side. I will drive today,” I told him as I walked past him. Carlos was already waiting for us by the SUV.

When we reached the SUV, Carlos opened the door for Mya, and I helped her up. He got in after her as his phone started vibrating.

I turned to open the driver’s door when I noticed Tommaso looking around nervously. “What are you waiting for? Get in!” I shouted over to Tommaso.

He looked back at me with wide eyes as he jumped into the passenger seat. As I climbed into the driver’s side, Carlos hung up the phone call. I looked at him through the rear-view mirror as he quickly nodded, confirming what we all believed. I sucked on my teeth before plastering a fake smile.

“Principessa, I left my phone in one of the bags in the trunk. Can you please go get it?” I asked Mya as I looked at her through the rearview mirror.

I knew what I had to do, but I didn’t want her to be in the car when it happened. I think that she has seen enough deaths to last her a lifetime. If I could save her from seeing it so frequently, I would.

“Yeah!” she said as she unbuckled her seat belt, opening the door and jumping out of the SUV.

When I heard the door click close, I locked the doors so she wouldn’t be able to open the back door.

“Marcelo?” Tommaso asked nervously.

“Tommaso, you know what happens to traitors?” I asked him as I stared straight into his eyes. I could see his fear visible now as he gulped.

“Marcelo, what are you—” he was saying as I pulled my XMD out and put a bullet right through his head, making his blood splatter everywhere, including my white t-shirt. I hadn’t put my leather jacket on yet, so the blood spotted all over the front.

“Pulire questa merda, Carlos!” (Italian for “Clean this shīt, Carlos!”) I shouted as I unlocked the doors and jumped out.

“Marcelo, what was that? Why didn’t the door—” Mya was yelling as she walked around the car. Before she could finish what she was saying, she gasped. “Cos’è successo, Marcelo?” (Italian for “What happened, Marcelo?”) she cried as she checked me over.

“I’m fine, Principessa,” I leaned down to kiss her head. “I will always protect you. Until my last breath.”

“But what happened? No one has attacked us!” she said with her brows furrowed. At that moment she noticed Carlos and a few of our men pull out Tommaso’s lifeless body. “Did you-u?” she asked as she pointed at him.

“Yes, Principessa. That is what happens to traitors,” I said as her eyes grew wide.

“But- but he has worked for my dad for years,” she said, covering her mouth.

“Yes. God knows how long he has been feeding Franco’s men information,” I said through clenched teeth. “Let’s go. There is another SUV ready. Carlos will meet us as soon as he cleans this up,” I told her, pulling her with me to the black SUV a few feet away.

| MYA |

You would think that I was used to the violence of this lifestyle already, but no. Here I was trembling slightly from remembering seeing Tommaso’s lifeless body a few minutes ago.

“Principessa?” Marcelo asked softly.

“Yeah?” I asked as I looked at the scenery while he drove to our next location.

“You are very quiet. What is going on in that mind of yours? If I may know,” he asked with a crooked smile.

“Just not used to the lifestyle yet,” I whispered, making him frown.

“I don’t expect you to get used to it so soon. It is too recent, and I hope you never have to see death up close like that again,” he stated in a sad voice. “As long as I am with you, I will handle that for you,” he added with a smile.

I didn’t really like him doing the killing either. It was really crazy thinking about all these men killing as if it were nothing.

Life was such a beautiful thing and watching how others decided if you continued living or not, was so sad. That was why I felt and still feel awful about the life I took. Even if they were going to kill us, it still messed me up. I wouldn’t tell Marcelo anything though, since he would probably get mad at me.

“Marcelo? When are we going to start my training?” I asked him as I turned to face him.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that. We can start today as soon as we reach the house that we purchased. It is deep in the forest and has everything that we need inside. So, we can hit the gym for a bit and then I can take you to the shooting range. I want you to be well trained physically as well as be able to defend yourself with guns in case I am not around for whatever reason,” he told me.

“How long will we stay here?” I asked him.

“I think we can be off the grid here for a few months before we find our next location. I don’t think that they will find us that soon, since this isn’t within the city limits, and we don’t have any reason to leave the house,” he said as he looked over at me.

“Okay,” I replied softly as I looked back out at the scenery.

I wasn’t out of shape or anything, but I hoped that I could get my body strong enough to protect myself. I hated knowing that I depended on others for survival.

| FRANCO |

“l’hai chiamato di nuovo?” (Italian for “Did you call him again?”) I asked Reggie, one of my right-hand men.

“Sì, Capo,” he said as he redialed for the tenth time. I was pissed when my men made it to the private air strip in Germany and were ambushed.

I couldn’t believe Tommaso betrayed us. He should have known better than to betray me. Now I am going to look for his family and kill them in front of him.

“Voicemail again, Capo,” Reggie stated, shaking his head.

“Fine! Go and —” I was saying when my office line started ringing, making my brows furrow as I walked towards the phone. Only my family had this number.

“Mabel?” I called on the phone. I have told her a million times to never call me on this number unless it was an emergency.

“Franco!” my wife cried in return.

“Cos’è successo?” (Italian for “What happened?”) I yelled at her.

“They attacked the house! They left a body with a message! And- and Rosalia!” she cried out hysterically.

“What happened to my daughter?” I said through clenched teeth.

“Le hanno sparato!” (Italian for “They shot her!”) she replied through tears.

“Damn them! Damn them all!” I yelled as I banged on the desk.

“Cos’è successo, Capo?” Reggie asked in panic. Reggie wasn’t only my right-hand man, but he was Rosalia’s husband.

“They shot Rosalia!” I informed him as I watched him shake his head in denial.

“No! No, this can’t be!” he yelled.

“Get up! We have to go check on them!” I ordered him as I helped him up from the floor. “The asšholes left us a message. Get as many men as possible for backup in case this is a trap!” I added as I stomped towards the exit of my office.

I fūcking hate them all!