My Mafia Madness 2

Chapter 21 - Locked In

Dante wouldn’t say a single word the entire way back to Castello Romano and it seriously worried Alexa, as she sat in silence beside him.

Instead of being given the chance to explain what had happened back at the club between Matteo and her, Dante had completely shut himself off from her.

One of the Reaper’s unfortunate traits.

It was rather obvious that Dante was pissed right now...

And honestly, so was Alexa.

She watched on as the Mafia Don worked away on his phone, typing with his fingers at a tremendous speed and pretending that she wasn’t even sitting there beside him.

Alexa found it quite rude to say the least.

Try as she may, she couldn’t get him to initiate a conversation with her. No matter what she did or said to him, Dante remained irritatingly silent.

This only fuelled her inner fires with each passing minute it took for them to arrive back at the castle home. He was being ridiculously stubborn right now and it was getting on her nerves.

When they pulled up outside the main entrance and the SUV came to a complete stop, both car doors opened for Dante and Alexa to each exit the vehicle.

Dante got out and walked off, making his way up towards the entrance.

But Alexa refused, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting like a spoiled child.

She called out as loudly as she could manage, knowing full well that Dante would hear her.

She wanted him to hear her.

“I’m not going anywhere until you speak to me, Dante Romano!”

Joe, one of the newer henchman who was currently standing at Alexa’s open door seemed uncertain of what to do.

He needed her to exit the vehicle and follow Dante up into the castle.

He couldn’t touch her.

Their orders were not to harm her.

“Please Miss Myers. You need to come out of the car now.” he tried convincing her.

“I’m not going anywhere!” she snapped back at him.

“Not until his highness climbs down off his golden pedestal and speaks to me like a civilized person. Go and pass that message on to your Capo, would ya?”

Joe frowned in confusion, turning to look across at his boss for some kind of assistance.

Of course, Dante heard everything Alexa had said, just as she wanted him to.

Stopping mid-stride on the staircase leading up to the main entrance, the furious Don rolled his eyes before abruptly turning around and marching back towards the parked SUV.

Pocketing his phone, he quickly rounded the vehicle, coming to Alexa’s side where Joe stood holding the car door open for her.

If she wanted to play, he could play too.

Wasting no time and already aggravated by what had happened earlier on at the club, Dante reached into the backseat and grabbed Alexa by her outstretched wrist as she tried to slide away from him.

“Hey! Stop!” she pulled in an attempt to free herself, but his grip on her wrist was firm.

“Let go of me Dante! Let go!”

Growling, Dante abruptly pulled, yanking her out of the car before repeating what he had done in the nightclub earlier on.

Flipping her back up over his shoulder as she kicked and screamed defiantly, the Reaper turned and marched back off towards the castle, with Joe and Luca both hot on his heels.

“Dante! Put me down right now! I mean it…”

-

Practically kicking the master bedroom door open with his foot, Dante proceeded to march on into the room with his woman held over his shoulder, headed towards the massively luxurious bed positioned against the far wall.

Alexa fought against him in a furious rage, but it didn’t seem to make any difference at all.

In fact, Dante hardly even seemed to notice as her clenched fists hit as hard as they could against his broad back and her legs kicked wildly in front of him.

“Dante Romano, put me down right now- whoa!”

She squealed in shock as he dumped her down onto the mattress and leaned over her with his finger pointed directly at her as his emerald eyes seared directly into hers.

“Stay… put!” he snarled down at her.

“How dare you!” she snapped back at him, her eyes narrowed into slits.

“I’m not one of your lackeys, you can’t just order me around like this.”

His furious expression held fast, with his teeth gritted together as he turned and began marching back across the room, headed for the open doorway he had come through only moments earlier.

He needed to be alone.

Alexa was still furious about how he was treating her right now. She felt like a piece of his property instead of the woman he apparently cared about; his equal.

And that concerned her greatly.

If they were going to make a relationship work, Dante would need to open up to her and communicate properly like most normal couples.

Besides, she was far from finished with her rant.

She really wanted to let him have it!

Getting up from the mattress, she ran after him, but he was out the door a couple of seconds before she managed to catch up.

Before she got the chance to follow after him, Dante abruptly slammed the door behind him with a loud ‘thud’, blocking off her escape and locking her inside the room.

Alexa’s eyes widened as she heard the ‘click’ of the lock and she tried the handle.

It wouldn’t open.

“Hey! Did you just lock me in? Are you f*****g serious right now? Dante!” she called out, angrily banging her fists on the wooden door blocking her path.

‘BANG, BANG, BANG!’

“Dante!”

Just on the other side of the door, Dante turned and looked at Luca who was now there to stand guard at her door.

Dante trusted Luca.

He knew that he could rely on him to keep both eyes on Alexa, at all times.

“No one goes in or out without my permission, is that understood?” Dante commanded.

“No one!”

Luca nodded his head as he replied.

“Got it.”

Luca then watched as Dante marched off, disappearing around the corner and out of sight as Alexa continued her verbal assault from behind the door.

-

As soon as Dante reached his office, he walked in and slammed the door closed with a loud ‘BANG’.

Wasting no time whatsoever, he then strode across towards his liquor cabinet, pouring himself a glass of scotch on the rocks and sculling it down in one go.

Maybe it would help to calm him down.

He poured another and repeated the process, sculling it down hungrily.

He felt betrayed.

He was hurt.

How could she do that to him?

How could his own brother be so heartless and selfish?

“f**k!” he cursed loudly.

Hurtling his empty glass across the room with such power and force, it ‘smashed’ against the far wall and shattered into tiny pieces, scattering across the lounge and floor beneath.

‘Ping!’

The sudden sound of a text notification sounded, and he reached into his jacket pocket, taking out the phone and glancing at the screen to see who it was from.

Alexa…

A part of him wanted to read the text.

To make sure she was alright.

But the stubborn side of him easily overpowered that smaller part, and he pocketed the phone without even opening the text. She could stew for a while he had decided to himself.

His inner rage was like a tormenting demon, scratching at the surface of his sanity to try and free itself upon the world.

Grabbing the entire bottle of scotch and a new glass, he made his way over to his desk and sat down to begin drinking himself into oblivion.

-

It had been just over an hour since Dante had locked her in their room and Alexa had left over twelve text messages, not to mention the thirty missed calls to try and reach out to Dante.

They needed to discuss what had happened.

After realising that she wasn’t going to get through to him tonight, Alexa had a shower, got dressed into a comfortable night gown and climbed into the bed to go to sleep.

As she lay on her side, spooning one of the fluffy pillows, she couldn’t fight back the tears that began to pool in the corners of her eyes.

She felt guilty…

She was all alone…

And the fear of losing Dante seemed far too much for her to bear.

Crying herself to sleep, she eventually passed out.

-

Still hanging from the ceiling, Alonzo was suddenly awoken by the sound of his cell door unlocking and the blinding light of the door opening.

A lone figure stood in the doorway and Alonzo struggled to see who it was as he lifted his head and opened his weary eyes.

Then he heard the all too familiar voice of his rival Don, Dante.

“I trust you’re enjoying your stay here… are you comfortable enough?”

“You could loosen the chains.”

Dante smirked as he walked into the cell, but his walk appeared off balance, as if he were inebriated or something.

In actual fact, the Reaper was drunk, courtesy of the bottle of scotch he had just consumed.

His eyes were glazy as they watched Alonzo with intrigue.

Dante moved across to grab a chair and reached for it, completely missing it the first two times he tried.

Frowning, he eventually grasped it in his hand and dragged it over, positioning it right in front of where his prisoner was hanging from the ceiling.

For Dante, the entire room was spinning around in circles.

But he wouldn’t tell Alonzo that. He maintained his composure and tried to look as normal as possible in front of his prisoner.

Taking a seat on the chair, the Mob Boss slowly leaned back and crossed his arms.

Unfortunately, it was quite obvious that the Reaper was intoxicated, and Alonzo had figured it out quite quickly as he watched Dante moving about.

“Are you f*****g drunk?” Alonzo enquired, frowning in disbelief.

Dante let out a deep chuckle, throwing his head back and smiling.

“Nothing gets by you, does it Alonzo.” he mused sarcastically.

“Rough night then?” Alonzo continued to interrogate, looking Dante up and down.

Dante didn’t reply to Alonzo’s question this time. Instead, he grinned from ear to ear at his captive with a sadistic idea in mind.

He felt like playing a game.

“Do you consider yourself a lucky man, Alonzo?” he asked, reaching down and pulling his black 9mm glock out of its holster.

Alonzo’s eyes locked onto the gun and he immediately froze, his expression becoming much more serious as he watched Dante carelessly playing with the loaded weapon in his hands.

“What’s the gun for?” he asked.

“I thought I could use a little target practice.” Dante announced, lifting his left brow to taunt Alonzo further.

“And seeing as there’s four of you standing in front of me right now…”

Dante pointed with the gun out in front of him, but to the side of where Alonzo was actually standing, indicating that he was in fact seeing doubles of doubles.

“I guess the odds are that I might not hit you… but I guess we’ll just have to see how we go...”

“Dante, don’t be stupid. What if you hit me?”

The fear in Alonzo’s voice was now evident as his terrified eyes watched the nozzle of the gun moving back and forth in Dante’s hand.

“Then I win.” Dante announced happily, chuckling to himself.

By now the speed of Alonzo’s heart had sky-rocketed at the thought of having bullets fired at him by a drunken man with a gun.

True, he might not hit him with any of his shots. But there was still the possibility. And he was helpless to prevent it from happening.

“I don’t like this game. Come on, let’s play something else, huh?” Alonzo tried convincing his captor, but Dante had his mind set on proceeding with his sick and demented little game.

“Ok, so all you have to do it hold still and try not to move…”

Dante held out his gun, placing his finger on the trigger and narrowing his eyes as he focused on one of the four blurred figures of Alonzo standing in front of him.

“Dante, please! Don’t do this!”

‘BANG!’

The gun shot was loud, echoing throughout the cell and causing Alonzo’s ears to ring as he closed his eyes and braced himself for the pain that he expected to feel...

But there was no pain.

Slowly opening his eyes, he glanced at Dante.

The shot had missed him. It went far off towards the right and hit the wall behind him.

He had missed being shot after all.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Alonzo nodded his head as he spoke.

“Ok, you’ve had your fun. Game’s over now. Put the gun away Dante.”

But the expression on Dante’s face told him otherwise. His eyes were practically glowing with power and fury and they were locked directly onto his prey.

“Oh Alonzo… I’m afraid that our game’s only just begun...” Dante announced.

‘BANG!’

“AAARGH! f**k!” Alonzo cried out in terrible pain as he glanced down at his left leg.

The bullet had gone right through it and come out the other side. He had a hole clear through his leg and blood began to ooze down from it onto his long pants.

“You bastard! You f*****g shot me you asshole!”

Alonzo was shouting now as he pulled at his chains angrily.

Dante in the meantime was throwing his head back and laughing.

His laughter echoed off the walls, tormenting Alonzo even further as the searing pain took hold.

As Alonzo continued to pant and dry heave in a desperate fight to control his pain, Dante lifted his gun up once more and closed one eye.

“Now… hold still…”