Mafia boss prisoner

Chapter 4

That night, Claudia's mounting anger drove her into a frenzy. She beat Aruna with a red-hot broom. Lightning flashed across the sky, lightning chased each other, and rain poured down heavily.

After Claudia had finished beating Aruna, she left the room and left her curled up on the cold floor. Aruna's entire body felt hot and sore. She sobbed uncontrollably, and perhaps even the rain was heavier than her tears that night.

There was nothing Aruna could do. She couldn't take it, but she also couldn't bear to leave the house she inherited from her deceased grandmother and mother.

"BRAAAAKK!!!"

"BRAAAAKK!!!"

"BRUKK!!!"

"Throw everything away!!!" Lorenzo shouted.

"Matteo, don't forget to seal this house immediately!!"

Aruna woke up to the sound of commotion outside. Weakly, she got out of bed and grabbed her coat. The street was still wet from the previous night's rain.

When she went outside, her eyes widened. Her belongings were thrown outside, and neighbors stood on the sidewalk watching the scene.

“What’s going on?!” Aruna exclaimed in panic.

Her eyes searched for Claudia and Sellena, until she finally saw them standing next to the men in black. Aruna ran over.

“What’s going on? Why are Mr. Lorenzo and Mr. Matteo here?! And why is everything thrown outside?!” she asked, trembling.

Claudia and Sellena remained silent, their faces haughty and cold.

“BRAHAM!! BRAHAM!!” The loud noise rang out again.

“Mr. Lorenzo, what’s going on?!” Aruna asked anxiously.

“Your mother can’t pay off her debts,” Lorenzo replied flatly. “She owes me a large sum and never makes any payments. This house is my collateral, and now I’m taking it.”

Aruna froze. She knew Lorenzo’s name—an old mafia leader who ruled the western part of R City. Anyone who dealt with him never ended well.

“Wh… what? But this is my mother’s house! It’s my grandmother’s legacy!” Aruna shouted hysterically.

“I don’t care who owns this house. Claudia has already given it as collateral,” Lorenzo said coldly.

“Please… give me time, Mr. Lorenzo. I will pay it back,” Aruna pleaded desperately.

“There’s no time! I’ve given her plenty of time,” Lorenzo replied.

“But please, I’ll do anything to pay it back.”

Lorenzo paused for a moment, then smiled slyly, holding his chin. “Instead of that, I have a more interesting idea.”

Aruna felt uneasy as Lorenzo’s gaze scanned her up and down.

“Claudia, I’ll consider your debt paid… but give me one of your daughters,” he said sarcastically.

“No! I don’t want it, Mother!” Sellena screamed in fear, hiding behind her mother.

Aruna could only stand there stiffly, her body trembling.

“Mr. Lorenzo…” Claudia said calmly. “If that’s what you want, then… just take Aruna.”

“What?!” Aruna glared in shock. “Mother! How could you sell me after you mortgaged the house my grandmother and mother left me?! You have no right! You don’t even have any right to me!!”

Aruna cried loudly, but Claudia and Sellena remained unconcerned. The neighbors only stared in pity, but didn’t dare approach for fear of Lorenzo and his right-hand man, Matteo, who was notoriously cruel.

“Matteo,” Lorenzo called out calmly.

“Yes, sir?”

“Take her.”

“No! I won’t! I’ll pay the debt! Give me time, please!”

Lorenzo laughed softly, his tone disgusting. “Even if you work your whole life, you won’t be able to pay. You’d be better off mine, Aruna.”

Lorenzo had been eyeing Aruna for a long time. And when Claudia owed him, his opportunity presented itself. Lorenzo deliberately took out a large loan with high interest rates so that Claudia couldn't repay it — and in exchange, he could take Aruna.

“Sellena… help me. I know you hate me, but please… don't let them take me,” Aruna pleaded, crying.

But Sellena just turned away.

“Take her,” Lorenzo ordered again.

Matteo and his men immediately grabbed Aruna's hand and dragged her outside. Her cries echoed, but no one dared to help. They carried her into a black car waiting in front of the house and drove her to Lorenzo's mansion.

Private Airstrip, City R.

A towering man stepped off his private jet with long, steady strides. He was Leonardo Valtieri, 32, the owner of the VELTR GROUP, the world's most influential giant. He was 190 cm tall, muscular, and had a perfect, cold yet captivating face.

“Marco, what percentage of power do we have here?” Leonardo asked, putting on his coat, which fluttered in the wind.

“About 90%, sir. The remaining mafia organization controls 10% of the western region, led by someone named Lorenzo. But their territory has been squeezed by your power. The eastern region is completely under the control of the VELTR GROUP.”

“Who is this Lorenzo?” Leonardo asked without looking up.

“He’s an old organization leader who’s been here for a long time, sir. Do you want me to take care of him?”

“No need. We’re just here for business. As long as they don’t interfere, I don’t care,” Leonardo replied flatly.

He strode toward the luxury black car waiting for him. With his tall stature and firm gait, Leonardo looked dashing and dignified. His hands were tucked into his pockets, and his black coat hung elegantly around his shoulders.

“Please, sir. The vice president of COSTA GROUP, Vincenzo Costa, is waiting for you at the Blue Sea Hotel. You will spend the night there,” Marco said, opening the car door.

Leonardo got in, followed by Marco, who sat in the front seat with the driver.

“Vice president?” Leonardo asked.

“Yes, sir. Vincenzo Costa will soon succeed his father as president director.”

Shortly afterward, their car arrived at the Blue Sea Hotel courtyard.

When Leonardo exited, the hotel staff immediately lined up to greet him. Under a large European-style crystal chandelier stood a handsome man with a perfectly built figure, about 182 cm tall, with a sharp nose, and a calm charm that couldn't match Leonardo's charisma.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Leonardo Valtieri. I'm Vincenzo Costa,” he greeted, extending his hand.

Leonardo returned the offer. “Thank you, Vice President of Costa Group.”

The two influential men stared at each other. Two handsome figures with strong charisma, each harboring their own unfathomable thoughts.

“After seeing your luxurious hotel, I'm confident the project I've entrusted to Costa Group will not disappoint me. My standards for satisfaction are very high,” Leonardo said coldly.

“You won't be disappointed, Mr. Leonardo,” Vincenzo replied with a professional smile. “Come, I'll show you to your presidential suite.”

They walked side by side, making small talk, followed by their personal assistants.

Presidential Suite.

Marco was busy arranging Leonardo's belongings. He checked every corner of the room to make sure there was no dust.

“This room is perfect, sir. I've prepared everything. Your medication is on the bedside table, and I've put the service number there. If you need anything, you can call me.”

“Hmm,” Leonardo replied briefly, his eyes still gazing at the city view from the large window.

Leonardo suffered from insomnia, and only Marco was allowed to touch his belongings. He was a complex, sensitive, and difficult man to understand. His moods changed frequently, sometimes even exploding, destroying the room.

At that moment, Leonardo took a sip of alcohol as he stood in front of the large window. His sleeves were rolled up, his hair a little messy—but his handsomeness only made him more captivating.

“Bring me someone, Marco. As usual. Make sure you have the agreement documents and the hush money,” he said flatly.

“Yes, sir. I'll find it,” Marco replied quickly, then left the room.

Leonardo put his glass of whiskey on the table and walked toward the bedroom.

"I thought of you again..." he whispered softly, shoving his hands in his pockets.