Wrath of Desire

Chapter 4: Gift

Ximena sought to dodge the punch in her face with her palm. She swiftly stopped it since she had been taught to do so.

The man was surprised when he could not move his fist since Ximena's strength was far greater than what he had.

“How come?” he mumbled, but Ximena heard what he said. “You’re just a mere woman.”

“I’m stronger than you think,” she whispered. “I can break your bones if I wanted to.”

His entire face turned pale as if he had lost much blood. He even let the woman control him without realizing it.

His face is written in confusion since Ximena is shorter than him and appears odd, but she can defeat him.

“Who are you?” the low-ranking Mafia asked.

The corner of Ximena's lips raised when she heard what he questioned. She was speechless that these low-ranking Mafia members didn't recognize her because she was widely recognized in the Mafia World. Her accomplishments included her name, illegal but successful deals, and her ability to be placed second in the corporate world while being cruel.

This delighted her since the Mafia, who had attempted to underestimate her, had no idea who she was.

“I’m your nightmare,” she muttered before stabbing his chest with her dagger, the stiletto.

The man gazed at her in astonishment when he felt her blade at his chest. He cannot believe a woman assassinated him.

“Ximena Destin Del Valle,” she whispered so he could remember her name even if he left this world.

“Destin,” Lyric appeared in her earpiece when the man was lying on the cold floor.

“Shut up, Lyric. I’m not in the mood,” she warned her so she could stop talking.

Lyric had no choice but to follow through as she ordered. She knew Ximena was deadly when she was agitated. Fortunately, she can think clearly for now, but what if her mind was overrun by wrath? That would be terrifying since Ximena is capable of eliminating hundreds of Mafia members, which is precisely what they are attempting to prevent.

“Lynden, are you there?” Lyric muttered.

Ximena was silent as she turned her back on the man she had executed. She's currently going to her car with a poker face. Her expression showed no traces of humiliation as she opened her car door.

“Yes,” Lynden said.

“Inform our allies to clean the mess,” Lyric said before cutting her signal to Ximena.

When Ximena eventually reached their hideout, she questioned her parents about Lynden, “Are they coming home?”

The corpse was thrown away as soon as Lyric commanded it to Lynden. She was kilometres from the location, but Lynden followed Ximena, so he rectified the issue immediately. They even set fire to it to get rid of the traces.

They needed to clean up the mess, so no one knew about it. Not even the Mafia.

“Yes,” Lynden retorted.

Since he often brings his laptop, he looks for his boss before he follows Ximena, who is heading to their hideout.

“They will be here in a minute,” he added as he placed his palms in his pocket.

Ximena said nothing as she entered the office to assess all the transactions she had completed in the previous weeks.

Following the event, her parents went on vacation. Although she was upset with them, she allowed them to have fun because they needed time together.

Ximena was aware of her father's deep affection for her mother. So, instead of yelling at them, she attempted to comprehend it.

They may be Mafia members who continually engage in illicit activities, but they are still people. They are also capable of experiencing various emotions. The sole distinction between average individuals and the Mafia is that the Mafia accomplishes things that ordinary people cannot do.

She needed to ensure their safety as much as she could.

“Ximena, how’s your transactions when I’m away?” her father asked when he finally arrived at her workplace. “I bought another customized gun for you.”

“I’m okay with my ballester molina, Dad,” Ximena said and fixed her eyeglasses.

“A black? Black isn’t your favourite,” her father uttered before placing the suitcase on her desk, interrupting her work.

He opened the luggage and displayed the pistol he'd purchased. Her preferred pistol remained the same, but the hue had changed. He bought a gold version with Ximena's name imprinted on the handle.

Ximena gazed upon the rifle her father had purchased. She scrutinized it until her gaze settled on the grip.

Her father also purchased another pair of her stiletto daggers, personalized with her name.

“Dad,” she mumbled in disbelief before peaking at her father, who was now smiling at her.

“Your birthday will be in a few months, and I had to look for what kind of weapon you like. Since you often use your Ballester Molina and stilettos, I had no choice but to buy another pair and customize it for you,” he explained.

“You’re just trying to make it up with me, Dad, because you knew you had done something,” Ximena said, trying to ignore her father’s gift.

Mr. Del Valle laughed heartily when he heard what his daughter stated. It had always been his goal, but he had yet to learn that Ximena could interpret his gesture.

“Fine! I apologize,” he said. “I just had to.”

Ximena's forehead creased as she heard her father's words, and his tone shifted for reasons she couldn't identify.

Is he terrified, or something happened?

“Dad, what do you mean?” Ximena raised a question.

She can’t remove his tone from her mind, and her heart suddenly beats rapidly.

“Nothing. We just wanted to cut our signal so we could enjoy our date,” he explained and smiled at his daughter, who was baffled.