Repaying the Mafia’s Dept

Massimo

At least I got to see her again.

One more time.

I’ll take that as my final memory. Her beautiful face. Her beautiful tear-stained face and whiskey-colored eyes. Love filling those eyes for me as she told me she loved me. I can’t believe I fought so hard not to fall for her. I tried my best not to love her.

I kept seeing her as the enemy’s daughter. She was never that. Who she is and what she is was right there in front of me the whole time. The woman I love. The girl of my dreams. They’re the same person.

And no more.

That was it, the last. They will kill me here. No matter what shit they promise to her, they will kill me here.

Why? Because they had to tie me up to beat me.

I can’t begin to process Andreas’ betrayal. I won’t waste time on it. I knew he would be angry that Pa didn’t choose him to take over as boss, but I never expected this. He stood there and allowed Riccardo to kill Pa. And he would have known that the devil was responsible for our mother’s death.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

That makes him dead to me.

A crude laugh makes me lift my head. I see Vlad’s face looming before me.

“Motherfucker,” I hiss, and he laughs louder.

“Look at you thinking you’re still king. You aren’t,” Vlad taunts. “Couldn’t kill me the first time, couldn’t get me on the boat, and you definitely won’t now.”

“How the hell did you escape the first?” I can barely talk, but fuck, do I ever want the answer to that.

He fell off a fucking train with a bullet in his chest. He would have gone down into the river. He should be dead.

“We Russian men are tough. But sometimes you have to lose to gain,” he says, rolling up the sleeve on his left arm.

My eyes narrow when he reveals a robotic arm and smiles. His hand looks normal, but the rest is a titanium similar to what you’d see in a Terminator movie.

“In the Circle of Shadows, we never give up on our own. The brotherhood found me, patched me up, and turned me into a freaking cyborg. Making me stronger than ever before.” He laughs as he glares at me. “I’m going to have fun torturing you to death, then I’m going to have fun fucking your wife to death. Then I’m going to have fun with all the wealth we currently own. Diamonds and money. Power.”

“Fuck you,” I snarl.

He sends a kick to my midsection. I double over, lurking against the chains on my wrists.

“I’d love to see you try and fuck me, bastard dog. Come and try it. Make my day,” he jeers. He moves forward and pulls a knife from his pocket. “You people can’t leave well enough alone. Always taking what isn’t yours. This is the second time you people have done it to me.”

Again, he’s talking about Alyssa. Alyssa and Emelia, both angels. My brother’s love and then my girl. What will he do to her?

Alyssa was promised to his leader’s son, but Vlad was obsessed with her. He wanted her for himself and was only too happy to accept a job to punish her for breaking a contract. That’s what happened. She married Tristan, and this demon waited until her wedding night to steal her soul.

“Neither of them belonged to you. Not Alyssa, and not Emelia.”

“Wrong, always wrong, and I’ll get to prove it to your dead body every time I fuck your girl. The same way I fucked Alyssa until she couldn’t even move.” Again, he laughs.

He inches closer and lowers his head to me but stops short when something pierces through his chest.

I look and see the silver tip of an arrow poking out with blood on it.

Before he can grab his chest, another arrow pierces through him in the same spot, and when I lift my head, I see Tristan leaping down into the pit. He launches himself into the air, folding into a somersault, and as he comes out of it, he pulls two knives out at either side of his legs and stabs Vlad right in his heart.

Seconds, that’s how long it took to have the fiend on his knees with blood pouring from his body. He looks up at my brother with the same disbelief I do because I can’t believe the stunt I just saw him pull off. I can’t believe he found me. He found me, and he brought company.

Dominic and a team of men storm the platform above. My gaze lands on Manni, who I nearly killed only days ago and threw off my property. The soldiers rush in with them. I hear bullets flying as my brothers and my men take down the bastards who are working for Riccardo and Vlad.

But my eyes are locked on the scene before me. Vlad bleeding out.

“You fucker,” he says to Tristan.

“No, it’s you. This time, I’m going to make sure I kill you fucking dead. This is for my wife. You will not do the same to Emelia,” Tristan cries, and with that, he uses those same knives plunged deep in Alexei’s body and cuts his head off his miserable body.

Both head and body fall to the ground in a bloody heap.

Tristan spares him no time. He comes straight to me and shoots off the chains binding my wrists.

Dominic joins him, and together they steady me as I stubble upon release.

“Guys,” I rasp, feeling the deepest gratitude. “Thank you.” I look from one to the other.

Tristan nods. Dominic looks worried at my appearance.

“How the hell did you find me?” I ask.

“The ring,” Dominic says. “There’s a tracker on it. Pa had it installed for safety. The guards alerted us after…” His voice trails off.

“After what?” I ask

“Priscilla… she’s… dead. And we think something’s going on with Andreas. He’s being used. He took Emelia. And there was a man with him.”

I don’t know how I can tell them this truth, but I have to.

“No, he’s working with them.”

Both look shocked.

“What?” Tristan says, shaking his head.

“He’s working with them.”

“Fuck.”

“Where’s Pa, Massimo?” Dominic asks, ignoring what I confirmed about Andreas.

It’s then that Tristan focuses on me.

I shake my head. “Riccardo killed him. There’s a lot to tell you, but I have to get Emelia.”

Riccardo has her.

“Can you walk?” Tristan asks.

“I can walk,” I answer, baring my teeth. I will walk.

I can’t allow that bastard to walk out of this place with my girl and sell her to the next bidder. She’s my wife.

I will die trying to get her back. Then I’m going after Andreas.

He has a lot to answer for.