Blood Debt : Arias Revenge

Chapter 3

The hostile environment in the dinning room seemed to have decreased as Ares and Gloria had left the room. Aria and her father were left in the dinning room eating quietly.

“I also have to get to work” Aria said stood up grabbing her hand bag and glasses

“Um” Her father grunted but didn’t lift his head from his food

Aria walked out of the dining room, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. The cool, morning air greeted her as she stepped outside, a welcome contrast to the heated discussion inside. She moved with a determined grace, her thoughts racing as she approached her sleek, black Lamborghini parked in the driveway.

Just as she reached for the door handle, ready to immerse herself in the comfort and speed of her car, a hand slammed the door shut from behind her. Startled, she spun around to find Ares standing there, his expression a mix of anger and disgust.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Ares said

Aria’s eyes narrowed, her calm demeanor quickly returning. “I have work to do, Ares. Unlike you, I don’t waste time trying to act like I know what I am doing.”

Ares stepped closer, his jaw clenched. “This isn’t about acting tough, Aria. It’s about what’s ours. The inheritance, the control of the Gallo Group. You think you’re going to get it all by playing nice?”

Aria crossed her arms, her voice steady but with an edge. “I’m not playing nice. I’m being smart. And if you think brute force will win you anything in this family, you’re deluded.”

Ares scoffed, leaning in so their faces were inches apart. “You’re the one who’s deluded if you think Father will choose you over me. I’ve been his right hand, doing the dirty work, making the tough decisions. You’re just the pretty face he keeps around for show.”

Aria’s eyes flashed with anger but she kept her demeanor. “You think that’s all I am? A pretty face? I understand this business better than you ever will. I’ve proven myself time and time again. I also think you’ve forgotten, Ares, you’re not the first child.”

Ares gritted, his voice dropping to a cold whisper. “You may have Father’s ear for now , but you don’t have his trust. And without that, you’ll never control the Gallo Group first born or not. I’ll make sure of it."

Aria took a step back “You underestimate me, Ares. That will be your downfall.”

Ares straightened, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “We’ll see, sister. But remember this – in this game, it’s not about who plays by the rules. It’s about who wins it.”

He turned and walked away, leaving Aria standing by her Lamborghini, his words echoing in her mind. She watched him go, a mixture of anger and determination boiling within her. As she finally opened the car door and slid into the driver’s seat, her brother’s parting shot reverberated through her thoughts, pushing her to think harder about her next move. She knew the stakes had just been raised, and the path to inheritance would be fraught with challenges – but she was determined to prove him wrong.

Aria slid into the driver’s seat of her Lamborghini, the leather interior hugging her form. The car roared to life with a deep, throaty growl as she turned the key, the sound reverberating through the driveway. She slammed the door shut, her brother’s words still echoing in her mind, and with a determined flick of her wrist, she shifted into gear and sped off.

The Lamborghini shot down the driveway and moved past the grand gates that secluded the estate, the powerful engine propelling her forward. The countryside blurred past as she maneuvered through the winding roads with practiced ease. Her destination was one of the Gallo Group’s local factories, a hidden gem deep within the forested hills of Italy.

After a drive that took her through narrow, tree-lined paths, she arrived at a discreet, fortified gate. The guards recognized her instantly, nodding respectfully as they opened the barrier to let her through. The factory itself was a sprawling complex, cleverly camouflaged among the dense trees, its exterior giving away nothing of the powerful machinery and meticulous operations inside.

Aria parked her car and stepped out slowly putting on her sunglasses, the faint hum of the factory’s operations reaching her ears. She walked with purpose, her heels clicking on the concrete as she approached the entrance. Inside, the factory buzzed with activity. Workers moved with precision, assembling weapons with a level of care and expertise that spoke to their deep training and the high stakes of their work.

She observed the scene, her sharp eyes taking in every detail – the assembly lines, the quality control stations, the storage areas where crates of finished weapons were being prepared for shipment. The air was thick with the scent of metal and oil, a testament to the intense production underway.

Aria made her way to the director’s office, a glass-walled room overlooking the main floor. The director, a seasoned man with a stern demeanor, greeted her with a nod.

“Signora Aria,” he said, his voice respectful. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Aria took a seat, her expression focused. “There are changes needed in our ammunition supplies. We need to ensure higher quality and better reliability. Our current supplier has been inconsistent, and we can’t afford any lapses.”

The director listened intently, nodding. “Understood. I’ll see to it that we secure a more reliable source. I’ll also have our current stocks inspected thoroughly to weed out any subpart ammunition.”

“Good,” Aria replied, her tone decisive. “And make sure the transition is smooth. We can’t afford any delays.”

The director assured her of his commitment, and after a few more instructions, Aria left the office, satisfied that the necessary changes would be implemented promptly. She exited the factory, the cool forest air a welcome change from the intense environment inside.