CLAIMED BY THE RUTHLESS MAFIA LORD

The Devil's Command

Alessandro stood silently in Godfather Marco’s private study, arms crossed over his broad chest. The room smelled of aged tobacco and polished wood. Virus leaned casually against the wall beside him, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I see you’re here too?” Virus asked, glancing at Alessandro.

“Godfather called me,” Alessandro muttered, his expression blank, revealing nothing.

“What do you think he wants to tell us?” Virus asked, curiosity sparking in his eyes.

Alessandro shrugged slightly. “Maybe a new task.”

The door to the inner chamber opened, and Godfather Marco emerged with a warm yet commanding smile. A tobacco pipe rested between his lips, smoke curling lazily into the air. Even in his older age, the man carried an aura of absolute power.

“My sons,” Marco greeted, spreading his arms slightly.

“Why are we here?” Alessandro asked directly, his cold gray eyes fixed on the man he considered a father.

Marco chuckled softly and sat behind his massive oak desk. “Straight to business as always. I actually have a task for both of you.”

Hacker entered the room at that moment, holding his laptop under one arm and a lollipop between his lips. He bowed respectfully to Marco and flashed a wide grin at Alessandro before settling into a chair.

“Three years ago,” Marco began, his voice turning serious, “a group of corrupt ministers carried out several illegal operations. They seized people’s properties, forged documents, and pocketed hundreds of millions. They created a secret vault to store their stolen fortune.”

Hacker opened his laptop and turned the screen toward them, showing high-resolution images of a heavily fortified underground vault.

“One of them, Minister Amando, betrayed the others,” Marco continued. “He murdered his partners and took everything, approximately 500 billion euros.”

Virus leaned forward, eyes gleaming with interest. “So what do you want us to do?”

“Amando is leaving the country tomorrow morning,” Marco said. “That gives us the perfect window. We’re going to rob the vault and take all the money.”

“Will that be easy?” Alessandro asked calmly, though his mind was already calculating risks.

Hacker jumped in excitedly. “The vault has thick reinforced walls, a secure door with multiple locks, and a complicated combination dial. But I’ve been studying the security system for weeks. I can disable the alarms and motion detectors remotely. With the right tools and my guidance, we can crack the combination.”

Virus nodded. “What about the ventilation system?”

“I’ve got that covered too,” Hacker replied with a mischievous grin. “We can use the air ducts to bypass most of the ground-level security.”

Alessandro gave a single nod of approval, which made Hacker beam with pride.

“So we move tomorrow evening,” Marco declared. “Both of you should gather the strongest men and plan every detail carefully. Also…” Marco paused, his expression darkening, “we are not the only ones after this money. Other clans have caught wind of it. Expect rivals.”

“What about the security detail?” Alessandro asked.

Hacker brought up another set of images. “There are around two hundred guards total. One hundred surround the mansion, fifty are inside the main building, and the remaining fifty are stationed directly in front of the vault.”

“Wait,” Alessandro said suddenly, his voice cold. He pointed at one of the guards in the photo. “I want to know more about him, the head of security.”

“His name is Gandhi,” Hacker replied. “Former cop. Very experienced and dangerous.”

Alessandro’s eyes glinted with dark intensity. “I want his address.”

Hacker hesitated for a second but nodded. “I can get it for you right now.”

“Good.” Alessandro’s expression remained unchanged, but the tension in the room thickened.

The others exchanged uneasy glances. They knew that look.

“I have something to take care of,” Alessandro muttered. He turned and left the room without waiting for permission.

---

Later that evening, Alessandro stood in front of a modest house on the outskirts of the city. His breathing was heavy, fists clenched at his sides. The memories from sixteen years ago flooded back mercilessly.

As a ten-year-old boy, after witnessing his family’s brutal murder, he had recorded everything on his small phone. He had trusted the police. He had trusted Gandhi, the cop who promised justice. But Gandhi had betrayed him, taken a bribe from Doctor Antonio Argento, and destroyed the only evidence he had.

Now, revenge was finally within reach.

A car pulled up. Gandhi stepped out, looking older but still recognizable. When he saw Alessandro standing there, he smirked.

“I knew you’d come for me one day,” Gandhi said calmly.

Alessandro’s voice was ice. “Why did you lie that day?”

Gandhi laughed. “What did you expect? Why would I help a poor orphan boy when a much better offer came? Antonio Argento showed up at my doorstep and offered me ten million euros for that evidence. Of course I took it.”

Alessandro’s eyes widened in shock and fury. “You were a cop. You took money and threw away justice?”

Gandhi shrugged carelessly. “Who cares about justice? I even made a copy of the evidence. Here.” He tossed a hard drive at Alessandro.

Alessandro caught it, his mind racing. “So Antonio Argento bribed you?”

“Yes. And he threatened to kill my family if I didn’t cooperate,” Gandhi replied.

Rage boiled over inside Alessandro. He pulled out his gun and pointed it straight at Gandhi.

“You’re going to pay for what you did.”

Gandhi quickly drew his own gun. The two men stood facing each other, weapons raised.

“Why don’t you move on, Alessandro?” Gandhi sneered. “Antonio has disappeared — he’s probably dead by now. What else do you want?”

Alessandro fired. The bullet tore through Gandhi’s right hand. The man screamed in agony.

“Now listen carefully,” Alessandro said, voice deadly calm. “I will hunt down every single person involved in my family’s death. And I will kill them all.”

He fired again, this time into Gandhi’s left hand. Gandhi dropped to his knees, screaming.

“You’re a monster!” Gandhi spat through the pain.

Alessandro’s final shot went straight into Gandhi’s skull. The man slumped lifeless to the ground.

Alessandro stood there for a moment, breathing hard, then climbed onto his motorcycle and rode off into the night, anger still burning in his chest.

---

Meanwhile, in the maid quarters, Harmony stretched her tired body. She wasn’t used to working this hard. Her brother had always protected her from heavy chores. She hadn’t seen Hardin all day and missed him terribly.

“We’re done for now,” Star said beside her. “Let’s go rest before the party tonight.”

Harmony sighed in relief and followed her friend back to their room. As they approached the quarters, the loud roar of a motorcycle engine caught their attention. Alessandro pulled up, his face red with barely controlled anger.

Harmony gasped and quickly looked away, fear gripping her heart. But Alessandro’s sharp eyes landed on her. He strode forward purposefully.

“Follow me,” he ordered coldly.

Harmony’s heart pounded. She glanced at Star nervously before obeying. She followed him through the corridors until they reached his private room. The door was slightly open. When they stepped inside, Harmony gasped.

The room was massive and entirely decorated in black — sleek, luxurious, and intimidating. It suited him perfectly, but she was too scared to admire it.

“Strip,” Alessandro commanded, his voice cold as ice.

Harmony’s eyes widened in shock. “What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Her hands trembled violently as she began removing her clothes, one piece at a time. Tears gathered in her eyes. She felt completely exposed under his intense gaze.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered next.

Harmony’s breathing became rapid and shallow. She knew exactly what this meant. Star had warned her about nights like this. She climbed onto the large bed, her body shaking.

“Please… don’t do this to me,” she begged, staring at the floor because she was too afraid to meet his cold eyes.

Alessandro stepped closer, towering over her. “You shouldn’t have saved me, Gattino,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “Because now, I won’t stop until I destroy you. I will ruin you and break you beyond repair.”

Tears rolled down Harmony’s cheeks. “Please…”

“Get on the bed properly,” Alessandro repeated coldly. “Don’t make me repeat myself again.”

Harmony gulped nervously. With a heavy, terrified heart, she obeyed, climbing further onto the bed as fresh tears fell.

The devil had finally come to collect his debt.