Don

10

Two weeks later...

"Lo siento, filgio. Closed casket."

(I'm sorry, son)

"f**k!" Pierto roared throwing his phone against the wall shattering it.

That was the third phone this week.

This was also the third call this week.

All ending the same way:

Closed Casket.

That resulted in him throwing his phone.

This one was the worst by far.

They killed his nephew.

He was one.

His stupid kid brother got some girl pregnant and now...

All three of them are dead.

Closed casket, of course.

They killed his brother in the field. Kidnapped his baby's mother and son, tortured them and sent them back.

That was nine people in two weeks. All of whom he cared about.

His best friend, Paulo: Closed Casket

His cousins, Riccardo, Marco and Giovanna: Closed Casket

His baby cousins, Mario and Leon: Closed Casket

And of course, his brother, nephew and sister in law.

And he's sitting here in his living room fuming about it while his family is being exterminated in Italy.

But that was going change very soon.

Every closed casket call put him one step closer to a mad killing spree.

Torturing women and children?

Pussies.

The only reason they're not all dead, was because there were too many.

Too many of them crawling out of every f*****g crevice in Italy, killing everyone he loved.

His family was insured by the mafia, and he was going to make sure he took it out of their asses.

Every. Single. Motherfucking. One of them.

Or die trying.

But he'd be damned to Tartarus, burn forever in front of the evil eye and the devil himself, before he'd sit back like a p***y ass b***h who can only receive phone calls.

Fuck that s**t.

Ride or die. He knew was riding, and someone was dying.

But before any of that, he needed his Melanie.

He needed to say goodbye to his girl.

Melanie's eyes dipped closed a moment. She was in Brain Anatomy class and the professor was the reigning King of monotone lectures.

The door flew open, making her eyes do the same. There stood Pierto, in all his sexy Italian glory.

He sauntered towards the Professor, and whispered something in his ear.

"Melanie, you may be excused. My condolences."

"...Thank you?"

She got up, taking her book and followed Pierto.

He put his hand on the small of her back, leading her out the door and down the hall.

"So who died?" Melanie asked.

Pierto stiffened. "A lot of people, topolino. A lot of people."

(Little mouse)

He pushed her into a janitors closet, and directly into a wall, attaching his lips to hers.

Pierto sighed into her mouth. 

God, he'd miss her.

Melanie was surprised, but then again psychology was her major, so naturally, she'd heard of grief s*x.

She just didn't know who she was grieving.

Pierto hitched her up against the wall, wrapping her legs around him and pushing into her.

Melanie detached their lips, needing oxygen.

"What's going on?" She breathed.

"I need you. I just...need you. No questions, yes? Please, not now." He pleaded.

She nodded.

He smiled softly.

"Thank you, topolino mio."

(My little mouse)

God, he loved her. His eyes closed painfully.

He wouldn't tell her. If he came back from Italy he'd tell her. If not...

Why cause her pain for no reason?

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