The Mafia's Grave Mistake

Chapter Ten

Enzo,

I stood in the shadows, my mask glinting in the dim light as I spoke on the phone. "What happened?" I demanded, my anger simmering just below the surface.

The voice on the other end explained the situation, and my tone turned venomous. "Is Zylaria alive?" I growled, my grip on the phone tightening.

"Yes, Alpha," the voice replied, and my response was immediate. "That's the most important thing. Zylaria won't die an easy death like that. I want her death to be slow and steady, so she knows the true meaning of suffering."

My anger intensified with each passing moment. "Who is the bastard trying to kill me?" I snarled, my voice dripping with malice. "First, they tried to assassinate me, and now they've destroyed one of my secret warehouses. I want that person found, and I want them to suffer."

The voice on the other end hesitated, and my tone turned deadly. "You have 24 hours to find out who did this. If you fail, you'll be the one suffering. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Alpha," the voice replied, trembling. "We'll find out who did this and bring them to you."

I laughed, the sound menacing even to my own ears. "See that you do. I want that person to beg for mercy before I finish them. And as for Zylaria... make sure she's comfortable. I'll be visiting her soon, and she'll know the true meaning of pain."

The line went dead, and I turned to my men. "Find out who did this," I ordered, my voice low and deadly. "I want that person brought to me, alive and screaming."

My men nodded, knowing the consequences of failure.

As my men turned to leave, I stopped them with a curt gesture. "Wait," I said, my eyes narrowing. "Victor, I want to know: did you succeed in killing the assassin the day I was attacked?"

Victor's face paled, and he began to shake like a leaf. "N-no, Alpha," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "The person escaped."

My anger ignited like a flame. "You're the one responsible for my burnt warehouse, aren't you?" I accused, my voice low and deadly. "If you had done your job, the assassin wouldn't have had the chance to retaliate."

Victor fell to his knees, his eyes welling up with tears. "Please, Alpha, forgive me," he begged, his voice cracking. "I'll do anything to make it right. I'll find the assassin, I'll—"

I cut him off with a wave of my hand. "You think forgiveness is an option?" I sneered, my mask glinting in the dim light.

I signaled to my men, and they dragged Victor to the table, holding him down. "Chop off two of his fingers," I ordered, my voice cold and detached.

Victor screamed as the blade came down, his body convulsing in agony. I watched dispassionately, my eyes fixed on his face.

When the deed was done, I leaned in, my voice dripping with menace. "I'm sparing your life only because Zylaria didn't die in that warehouse attack," I told him, my eyes glinting with warning. "You have 24 hours to find the assassin and bring them to me. If you fail, your head will be the next addition to my museum."

Victor's eyes darted to the rows of skulls lining the walls, and he let out a blood-curdling scream. "I'll find them, Alpha," he promised, his voice shaking. "I'll bring them to you, I swear."

I smiled, my mask glinting in the dim light. "See that you do," I said, my voice low and deadly. "You have 24 hours. Don't waste a single minute."

As Victor was dragged away, I turned to my men. "Find out who helped the assassin," I ordered. "I want names, I want motives, and I want results."

My men nodded, their faces set with determination. They knew the consequences of failure. And I knew that soon, I would have my revenge.

As the men left, I turned to Matteo, my childhood friend, confidant, and beta. "Do you suspect anyone who could have the audacity to attack me?" I asked, my voice low and even, my eyes scanning the dimly lit room.

Matteo's expression turned thoughtful, his eyes narrowing as he considered the question. "You have so many enemies, Enzo, but they're all afraid of you. I'm wondering which one of them suddenly grew wings." His voice was laced with concern, and I knew he was worried about the increasing threats to our pack.

I removed my mask, feeling the need for fresh air. Only Matteo and Gullia saw me without it; everyone else was met with the cold, calculating facade. As the mask came off, Matteo's eyes flicked to the scars on my face – the ones that still lingered six years later, a constant reminder of the brutal attack that had changed my life forever.

"Two of the scars still haven't healed," Matteo said, his voice tinged with concern. "Maybe it's time to let them heal, Enzo." His eyes locked onto mine, and I could sense his worry about the depth of my anger and hatred.

I smiled, a cold, calculated smile, my canines glinting in the dim light. "No... not yet," I replied, my voice dripping with venom. "I'll continue to pinch it open, to cause myself pain, until the day I kill all those who made me a beast." My eyes burned with an inner fire, and Matteo knew better than to argue with me when I was in this state.

Matteo's eyes clouded with worry. "You know, I never thought our love would someday become hate," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Every day, I see your hatred towards Zylaria increasing. It's like a fire burning out of control." His words were laced with sadness, and I knew he remembered the good times, the times before Zylaria's betrayal.

I laughed, the sound sending a shiver down Matteo's spine. "You don't understand, Matteo," I said, my eyes glinting with menace. "Zylaria is the one who made me this way. She's the one who—"

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from outside, followed by the sound of gunfire. Matteo's eyes locked onto mine, and we exchanged a tense glance. My instincts kicked in, and I could feel my body preparing for a fight. The sound of gunfire grew louder, and I could smell the scent of blood and sweat.

"What was that?" Matteo asked, his voice low and urgent, his hand on the gun at his waist.

I smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "It seems our conversation has been interrupted," I said, my voice dripping with anticipation. "Let's go see what's happening." My body began to shift, my senses heightening as I prepared to take on whatever threat was coming our way.

As we stepped out into the darkness, the sound of gunfire grew louder, and I felt a thrill of excitement. Who was brave enough to attack me in my own territory? I was about to find out, and when I did, they would suffer.

But as we moved deeper into the night, I stumbled upon a figure – a figure that made my blood run cold. It was a woman, standing in the shadows, her eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intensity. And then, she smiled, her eyes glinting with a fierce determination.

My instincts screamed warning, and I could feel my hackles rising. Who was this woman, and what did she want? I took a step forward, my eyes locked onto hers, and my body tensed, ready to pounce.