The Mafia's Grave Mistake

Chapter Thirteen

Giulia's

I turned to one of the guards, my eyes narrowing slightly as I asked, "Have you done what I asked you to do?"

The guard nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. "Yes, I've put the call through. Enzo's been informed that...Zylaria escaped."

I raised an eyebrow, my voice cold and detached. "Good. What did Enzo say?"

The guard's grin grew wider. "He's in a rage. He wants to know where it happened, which area."

I leaned in, my interest piqued. "And what did you tell him?"

"That it happened on the way to the other house, close to the lake."

A satisfied smile spread across my face. "Very good. That's perfect." I paused, my mind racing with the next step. "Let's move to plan number two."

The guard's expression faltered. "But she's...weak. How will she...?"

I cut him off with a sharp glance. "Don't be an i***t. Pour water on her. She'll be back on her feet soon enough." My voice was laced with impatience, but I knew exactly what I was doing and the supposed Zylaria would pay for what she'd done, and I'd make sure Enzo was right where I wanted him.

I turned to the driver, a sly smile spreading across my face. "I hope I didn't hurt you too much where I...administered the injection." My eyes sparkled with amusement as I awaited his response.

The driver chuckled, a low, gravelly sound. "You think a little pinch like that would bother me? Besides, I knew it was just water. You wouldn't dare harm one of your own loyal servants."

I laughed, the sound husky and confident. "That's nice. I'm glad you're okay." My gaze locked onto his, my voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Did you leave the car open, as we discussed? And did you put the knife, the one stained with blood, inside the car? We need it to look like Zylaria really tried to escaped."

The driver nodded, his expression serious. "As you've instructed, my lady. I left the car open, and the knife is exactly where you told me to put it. Our story will be believed."

I smiled, satisfaction coursing through me. Everything was falling into place. Enzo would be convinced that Zylaria had tried escaped, and our plan would unfold perfectly.

I glared at Zylaria, still unconscious on the floor, as the guards poured water on her. My anger flared up – she was supposed to be awake, not still sleeping. I stormed over to a nearby corner, grabbed a stick, and used it to jab Zylaria roughly.

She gasped, her body jerking violently as she slowly came back to reality. I towered over her, my voice cold and menacing. "I didn't give you just a little intoxicant to make you sleep like you've lost everything. Sit up – we have a lot to do before Enzo arrives."

Zylaria struggled to sit up, her body weak and trembling. I watched her with disdain, my gaze lingering on her frail form. She looked tired, broken, but I didn't care. To me, she was a threat, a danger that needed to be controlled.

"Get yourself together," I snapped, my voice devoid of empathy. "We need to keep the atmosphere tense. Enzo's arrival is imminent, and I won't have you collapsing on me."

My eyes narrowed as I watched Zylaria struggle to obey. She was weak, but I'd push her to her limits. She'd do what I told her, or she'd suffer the consequences. I wouldn't hesitate to use any means necessary to keep her in line.

I watched Zylaria struggle to sit up, her weakness infuriating me. I'd had enough of her pathetic attempts to obey. With a swift motion, I grabbed a nearby stick and swung it down, striking her on the head with a loud c***k.

Zylaria cried out, tears streaming down her face as she clutched her head. "Why are you doing this?" she sobbed. "Why did you let me think you were trying to help me? Why this torture?"

My laughter was cold and mirthless. "For the record, you're still Enzo's prisoner," I sneered, my voice dripping with malice. "I just wanted to make your punishment deeper, to inflict more hatred in Enzo's heart towards you. I want him to hate everything about you, more than he's ever hated you."

My eyes blazed with intensity as I gazed at Zylaria, my voice taking on a sinister tone. "You see, I want Enzo's rage to consume you, to destroy you completely. And I'll be the one pulling the strings, manipulating him every step of the way."

Zylaria's voice was laced with desperation as she spoke, her words dripping with venom. "If Enzo comes, he'll see right through your story. He's not stupid. He'll know I'm the one being tortured, and you'll be the one looking guilty."

I let out a cold, mirthless laugh, my eyes glinting with amusement. "You still don't get it, do you?" I sneered, my voice dripping with condescension. "You think I'm daft? You think I'll play this game like a fool?"

My gaze locked onto hers, my smile growing wider. "Don't worry, I'll show you how the game is played." With a swift motion, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a knife, the blade glinting in the light.

Zylaria's eyes widened in horror as I brought the knife to my own neck, my hand steady and deliberate. I plunged the blade into my skin, the pain searing through me like fire. Blood gushed out, hot and sticky, as I let out a strangled cry.

The guards around me recoiled in shock, their faces pale with fear. I tossed the knife to one of them, my voice barely above a whisper. "Get rid of this. Take it far away from here. Enzo mustn't find it."

My gaze locked onto Zylaria, her eyes frozen in terror as she stared at me. I smiled inwardly, my plan unfolding perfectly. The game was being played, and I was the one calling the shots.