De Luca

Chapter 11

*******WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE*********

No One/Third Person POV

Days went into weeks, and weeks went into months. Giovanni was head over heels for Nathalie. They went out on their first official date, and that date turned into something serious.

Even though they didn’t put a label on it. He hated it when she continued working at the Gentlemen’s Club. But he knew all too well not to get in the way of a woman’s independence.

His mom taught him, “if you met her working, never dare ask her to quit. Your father did, and he lost a tooth. A woman’s independence is her confidence, her pride, and her dignity to show the world, no matter what you say, do or throw my way, I make my own money.”

As much as he wanted her to stop working there, he knew not to ask that of her. He wanted to keep all his teeth until old age said otherwise.

Nathalie would sometimes sleepover at Giovanni’s place, but that changed when Olivia dropped by unannounced like always.

Nathalie was cooking something for both her and Giovanni. When Olivia came in through the garage door. She saw Nathalie in the kitchen with nothing but her panties on. She threw a fit and started breaking everything in the house.

Nathalie fought the crazy b***h off and won. She won with a few scratches and cuts. Giovanni got home to find what looked like a robbery, but only to see Nathalie gathering her things to leave. They had their first argument and their first make-up s*x.

Nathalie, however, stuck to her words and left when he was sleeping. She wasn’t going to stay with him if his ex could waltz in whenever she wanted.

On the other hand, Giovanni didn’t like the fact that she left and went to her apartment to convince her. He swore he would change every lock, door, and window on the house if that would make her stay.

Nathalie and Giovanni were snuggled in each other’s arms when his phone started buzzing. He tried his best to ignore it, but the buzzing kept going. He groaned, finally having enough of the noise.

It was his cousin, Jason. He remembers telling him not to call unless it was a real business matter. He answered the phone; Jason spoke in a language that they learned from the few years they spent in a country called Curacao.

“Nos tin un problema. E shipment no ta riba e haven,” (We have a problem. The shipment is not on the harbor) Jason told him.

“Kiko bo nifika!?” (What do you mean!?) Giovanni shouted at him.

“Un mucha homber bisa, Marcus su hende bin tuma e shipment. E no sa unda e ta aworaki. Kiko bo ke hasi?” (A man said, Marcus people came and took the shipment. He doesn’t know where he is right now. What do you want to do?)

Nathalie rolled off of him, knowing that something was wrong. Giovanni put his phone on speakerphone and walked around looking for his clothes.

“Ront tur hende,” (Round everybody up) He told him.

“E ta hasi ya. Djis un kos ta riba e haven ta e arma.” (It’s already done. One more thing, the only thing on the harbor is the weapons.)

“Mi ta bini,” (I’m on my way) Giovanni hung up before Jason could say anything else. Finally putting on his shirt. He kissed Nathalie, but the kiss turned into a heated kiss, leading to a quickie.

His new supply of weed had just been shipped in. Or so he taught. Marcus had intercepted his shipment handoff and took his supply for his own.

Finally, having enough of Marcus, he set out to make it known and clear to Marcus. “You don’t f**k with the Red Devil.” What Giovanni was about to do was him living up to his name.

He had gotten a hold of four of Marcus’ men. He wanted answers, answers that he was going to get one way or another. It didn’t matter to him how many bodies he had to drop. He wanted his supply back, unsold and unused.

“Where the f**k is Marcus holding my s**t,” He asked the man. Giovanni could tell that the man was playing tuff. Little did he know, when Giovanni tortures you, you’d wish you spoke in the first place.

“I don’t know who the f**k Marcus is or what the f**k you talking about.” He spat at Giovanni. His spat trailed off of his mask. Giovanni took off his mask and the voice scrambler.

The man’s eye grew wide. “You’re a f*****g cop!” He laughed. “Always knew cops were dirty f*****g pigs.” Even though Giovanni used this job as a cover, he respected the good cops on the force. He took out a double-bladed knife and stabbed the man’s leg, pushing it deep into his thigh and dragging it to his knee cap. He left the knife where he stopped.

The man screamed out, but that only earned him another stab with a different knife to the other leg. The man screamed out, and Giovanni left both knives in his thighs and sat watching him, trying to cope with the pain.

“Where’s Marcus?” The man was about to answer, but Giovanni poured 70% isopropyl alcohol on his left leg and vodka on his right leg. The burning sensation would be unbearable for most.

“I’d be careful with how you answered. Where’s Marcus? Where’s my supply,” His voice was no longer filled with rage or anger. It was more soft and calm.

“I don’t know,” Giovanni slipped brass knuckles on and started pounded on the man’s face. He struck him so hard that the impact threw him out of the chair. He began wailing on him until his jaw broke, his eye was shut, his skin tore, Hendrickson and Jason had to pull him off the man.

His face could no longer be recognized. His nose was broken, he lost many teeth, his cheek was swollen and cut from the brass knuckles. And his left eye was swollen shut. He was most likely blind in that eye, and his jaw dislocated. Giovanni helped him back up into a sitting position and onto the chair.

He took the vodka and poured it over the man’s face; he screamed out—the sound of his scream, sound muzzled due to his dislocated jaw. The pain of the knives moving and now a broken face became too much for him to handle. Giovanni held the man’s face before he snapped it back in place.

“I don’t know where Marcus is! He just asked me to pick up the shipment and bring it to Glades Docks. That’s all I know, I swear, that’s all I know,” Giovanni nodded in understanding, and in the blink of an eye, he had pulled his gun out and shot the man in the eye.

He went on to the next person, the torture being more gruesome than the last. He pulled tongues out, chopped off body parts, torched private areas. By the fourth body, he had what he was looking for.

He was tired from killing those men and wanted to sleep before he went and handle Marcus.

He wasn’t worried about the clean up because Jason and Nicolo would get some guys to get rid of the bodies and making sure that the blood from the men would not be seen by blue light.

When he entered his home, he was saddened that Nathalie didn’t greet him with her naked body and food. He had gotten used to coming home to that.

He took a shower, rinsing deadman’s blood off of his face and arms. When he stepped out, he stood frozen. A figure laid in his bed that he hadn’t noticed when he entered the room.

For one, he didn’t turn on the bedroom light, so that could explain why he didn’t see it at first. But now that the bathroom light was shining in his room, he could see someone in his bed.

He knew he changed the locks, and maybe he had forgotten that he had given Nathalie a key to his house. Well, he didn’t, but the thought of her in his bed clouded his mind.