Mafia's Deadly Love

Travel

Marcello's POV

"Why can't you send someone else? devo essere io? I sigh turning back to my father. Giovanni Accardi, I am his spitting image, just younger and more good looking of course. He is my father but also my biggest rival. He have never seen eye to eye. His way of running the business is not my style.

He prefers to make alliances and bonds with other families. I prefer sole power, the less people you have in the inner circle, there is almost no chances for backstabbing. I have kept my disliking about his ways under the rug for years now. I do the job he assigns me, in my way but I crave more. Soon my father will retire handing me the business, I have worked hard for and then I will run my business my way. Today, I know what he is trying to do, but I can't say no, because even if I do he will find a way to make me do what he wants. "Yes, if you want to be my heir, you have to prove to me you can handle this empire on your own."

"It's just an orphanage, anyone can do it, but if you're so concerned about it, I will send Luca. He is my best man, he can handle this on his own. And to answer your doubt about my abilities I think I have proven myself enough when I took down Trocelli Family single handedly with no backup."

Luca is my right hand he has been by my side since I entered the family business. His family has been assisting my family for ages. We have grown up together. He is like a brother to me.

" I can take on the assignment boss, just say the word" Luca said with his head bowed down and his right fist over his heart as if making a promise.

I looked at my father with my eyebrow c****d waiting for his response hoping I won't have to go to the states to take care of this nonsense after all.

My ancestors had a historical building in America which was given by one of the mafia families to ours as a gift. My grandfather, 45 years ago gave it away to some lady who has created an orphanage in that building. Now that we are expanding our business in America. My father wants that building back as it is still under Accardi name and rightfully ours, but more so because it's right by the shipping port, which makes it an accessible resource for smuggling and hiding goods .

"pensavo di essermi spiegato quando ho detto che se ne occuperà Marcello ora no?" My father said through gritted teeth and anger in his eyes.

"But why me? I have done so much to prove my capabilities and to expand this empire. I have taken on my fair share of responsibility and danger to make sure you know I am ready for this and now we are a month or two away from my coronation, you want me to prove my worth? and through what? this menial take over of the land that is already ours? I don't really...." Before I can finish my sentence my father interrupted me by roaring

" Marcello, I don't think I need to explain myself to you or to ANYBODY ELSE, this is the first and last time you question my decision, you are this close from getting yourself kicked out of my will, you better watch yourself there smarta**."

"You think you know everything, you understand the business that I have been running for over 40 years better than I do..... Alright then, if you don't get that building back in about 3 months from now, I will announce your cousin Enzo as the heir of Accardi Empire and The Mafia King."

" Your wish is my command, you will have that house before 3 months." I said with defeat clear in my voice

I have no other choice then to fulfill this mission. Whoever this lady is, she is going to feel my fury to her core.

I am the man who deals with danger, I like to take on missions that no one in their right mind would. I play with death every waking second of my life.

Now I have to do a job that even are servants could do with their eyes closed.

I don't believe my father would belittle me like this in front of all our men.

Without any further argument I turned around and walked out the conference room with Luca on my tail as always. I went to my study, kicked the door open and slammed my hands on the desk. I had so much planned for the next 2 months.

I was planning on taking down on of our biggest rivals in all of Italy. Things were on the move. I thought taking them down will be my gift to my father on his 35th wedding anniversary and He would announce his retirement and making me the heir of Accardi Empire. Well now that's not happening until I finish this.

"I am sorry boss, but you know I couldn't have gone against Mr. Accardi's orders" Luca said trying to comfort me.

"It's not your fault Luca, it's that b***h's fault. and I'll make sure she pays for it. My pride and self respect was taken away from me because of her. My father raised his voice at me and threatened me, I am on the verge of losing everything I have worked for since I was 16. She will have to pay up for the time I am going to lose running after her while our rival Leonardi Family expands their territories." I bang my hand on the table again but this time I break the glass on the table top making my hand bleed. Blood dripping down my hands is covering the floor. My anger is at its peak, I lost my pride and self respect today and I will take revenge.

No one and I mean NO ONE messes with Marcello Accardi.

"I want each and every detail of this woman, I want to know what she eat for breakfast 45 years ago when she stole this building from my grandfather and I want it by the end of the day. I want to fly out to America as soon as possible. do you understand?"

"Yes Boss, I will make sure you have all the information before sunset." Luca said before leaving me alone in my fury.

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It's 7 pm, I am sitting in the lounge area in my mansion. The fire place is turned on as fall is around the corner and it's getting cold day by day. The lounge was big with extremely high ceilings. The ceiling was painted with Victorian art on it. There were multiple seating arrangements in the lounge. There was a bar with a bar tender working behind and all kinds of booze in the world. There was a TV right over the bar which was turned on with football match playing.

Luca as promised is standing in front of me with the file that holds details of that b***h who is standing in between me and my father.

"What's her name?" I asked staring at the glass of bourbon in my now bandaged hand.

"Her name is Sarah Anderson, She got the building from your grandfather when she was 27. She saved a bunch of your grandfather's men from police by hiding them in the panic room at the bar she worked at. The owner found out that she lied to the police for a gangster so he kicked her out. Your grandfather wanted to thank her so he gave her a chance to flee the country and build a new life in the States. That is why he gave her the building which was not being used and a large sum money. She is a very giving person so she wanted to give back a little bit of what she had got so she started a orphanage at that place and named it Sara's home for kids. She takes in babies that are anywhere between newly born and 7 years old. She takes care of them until they get adopted. She is 72 years old and is going to retire soon, she is suffering from sarcoidosis, which is caused pneumothorax or in other words her lungs are collapsing, so that means the b***h isn't going to live for long."

Luca said with a straight face. He recited all of this information with a news anchor voice. My blood was still boiling. Her hardships were not going to make me week. I have less than 2 months to achieve my goal. Nothing will stop me from getting what I want.

" Are you expecting me to cry hearing how f****d up her life is? Move on, Anything else I should know?" I enquired

" Yeah, She doesn't have kids of her own, she never got married, there is no in her family. The only 'family' she has is the kids at her orphanage, so if she retires or dies, one of the orphan kids will take her position, her name is Aimee, She will turn 21 in a week from now. She never got adopted as a kid so she helps Sarah with the orphanage." Luca informed.

" So pretty much all of these people are lows lives , they have no family, no name, no heritage. They don't even know whose blood is running in their veins, I bet all of them are bastard kids, with prostitute mothers." I scoffed taking a sip of the bourbon.

"Anyways inform my father that you and I along with few other men are leaving for the states in 2 days. Also set up a meetings with all the mafia families and business associates in the States. I don't want to waste a single minute during our stay there. I will take care of the rest."

I chug the rest of my drink and set the glass down the table. Giving him a look that clear meant for him to piss off.

" Yes boss! good night boss"

I am coming for you Sarah, I will take you down, I will do whatever it takes

devo essere io?:- (does it have to be me?)

pensavo di essermi spiegato quando ho detto che se ne occuperà Marcello ora no?:- (I thought I explained myself when I said that Marcello will take care of it now, right?)