The Emotionless Bride

Chapter 5

Ruslan Valetin

Sometimes it is hard being a Godfather and running all these Dons. Some of them get too big for their boots or their men can end up going astray, which never ends well for them. Now I am in my special warehouse I use for torture. One of the goons under the Spanish Don is being dragged in with a sack cloth over his head, hands tied behind his back. I looked to my boys they know what to do.

Throwing him onto the floor in front of me. A file passed to me. Alejandro, age 45, has been a guard for the Don for 10 years, over 60 million in theft, hacked the system and made money disappear. Now what annoyed me was this was from debt being collected and that money is split between the Don and me. I get a 30 percent cut. So that means this dog has been stealing from my pocket.

I nodded to Igor and ripped the sack cloth off Alejandro’s head, he has duct tape over his mouth good, make the torture quieter. I hate when grown men scream. Or cry.

I made sure he clocked me standing there, with the file in my hand. His eyes widened, good he knows why he is here I don’t need to explain. I f*****g hate explaining makes it longer.

‘’Did you know it was my pocket with that money not your Don’s?’’ The fear that flashed through and widening of his eyes I take that as a no. I could feel a headache already coming, these Don’s are slipping, getting too soft, too trusting.

‘’I see the greed got to you as this is 7 f*****g years out of my pocket, 60 f*****g million.’’ I shot him in his right kneecap when I said about the money. Keeping my face blank and cold. I was in no mood games tonight.

Shooting the other kneecap just to let out some steam, Alejandro was screaming, crying and snot coming out of his nose. I was getting ready to speak and start shooting his shoulders when Stepan came over a phone in his hand. I took it and put it to my ear. It was my boys who had moved across from my soon to be wife. They let me know what she had done. A small smile came across my lips, she really was good and smart. It reminded me I needed to still prepare the gala ball for introducing her as my wife.

I never told Gatti family about my decision, me and Stepan left quick that night as I got a call, and Stepan could have done back flips getting out of there. Some of the guards had got out of hand and needed to be put in their place. It annoys me when I must step in and babysit. It has taken me away from my plans this week and everyone is starting to walk on a tight rope around me with my anger flaring. The Don’s have all started to buck up, as I had let them know I was pissed about stepping in.

I told my men to keep an eye on her and keep the camera on her place, make sure she takes in a parcel tomorrow. I will be sending a dress for her to wear at the ball. I want my wife to stand out. Maybe I should get her some shoes as well. I had picked out a diamond necklace for her to wear also. My wife will not go without.

‘’It is your lucky day, Alejandro. I am now in a good mood.’’ I see the relief flash in his eyes, hopes up, I put the bullet between his eyes a quick clean kill. When I told him it was his lucky day, I meant his was getting a quick death, not being let go. My men had already started to do the clean up after I put the bullet between his eyes. I like my warehouse to stay clean.

I got a few of my guards to go and destroy his house and recover the money by selling his s**t. I will not be out of pocket. I do not need the money it was just principle of it. I will not let anyone think they can get away with this, I already had 7 years slip by with this one. I got my men to hang his body up outside the Don’s house on the fountain. It was a message to not piss me off and a warning to all, do your job or f*****g die.

In the car I ordered a green dress that had small diamonds across the bust and a slit up the leg. Green heels to match and a black small bag to go with it. The green dress with her bright red hair will complement each other. I was getting hard just thinking about her milky skin in that dress and maybe later peeling her out of it. The dress dropping to the floor. Stepan snapped me out of my fantasy with a chuckle.

‘’What the f**k you laughing at?’’ I snapped at him.

‘’Sorry, you were grunting with your eyes closed.’’ s**t, did I really make noise. Looking at Stepan I see he wasn’t lying. s**t.

‘’f**k you, Stepan, I should make your marry Sophia as punishment.’’ This shut him up, mouth snapping shut. This made me laugh this time. He drove in silence.

Stepan has been with me since birth. Our mothers got pregnant the same time and gave birth next to each other, creepy, but it is what it is. He has been raised to be my second and only him can I be myself around. Only he has heard me laugh and see me smile. All my other men have only ever seen the cold side to me. I will not give anyone a chance to think they can get one over me thinking I have a weakness.

My mind wondered back to my little wife that will soon be mine. I will put the invite as a job as she is not like normal women who would jump to come to the ball. Remembering her when she came to the Gatti family, dressed in all black, blood stains on her, a bullet wound she had forgotten about, hair wild. Then she pulled the gun out on her stepfamily, that’s when I think I fell in love with her.

Being the highest in power it pulls a lot of unwanted attention from the wrong people. The men want my position, and the women want me to marry them to get their hands on my money, they are just for wealth and power. I hate women like that, f*****g fake gold diggers. But my soon to be wife is different, she didn’t give a f**k about who I was, and this was my prayers answered. The perfect woman dropped in front of me covered in blood, obviously not scared to kill or pull out a gun and kill her family.

I pulled my phone out again to get an update on my detective who is hacking for me. I asked him to dive deep and find out who my wife is, how did she grow up everything. Her file was mostly blank, no details, only to find out later her records was sealed. I can’t wait to find out who she really is.

The text came back through, *Number 013674 alias Ghost, trained from a year old under the Irish mafia assassin McCarthy. The uncle of Elisabetta McCarthy, daughter of Saoirse McCarthy. *

I had to stop reading for a moment to take this in. Elisabetta was from one the most powerful people in the world just underneath me. I was the top then it was the McCarthy’s. This match really was made in heaven.

I read the message again and it full absorbed in my mind, re-reading that she has been trained since a year old by the most legendary, lethal assassin to ever exist, her uncle. I read this to Stepan, and he whistled low.

‘’Good luck boss, you are going to need it.’’ Yes, I do need it, but I am excited for it. My little killer, my Ghost.