DeLuca (Mafia Romance)

“I’ve got her,” I jerked around at the sound of Enzo’s voice behind me.

“How?” I asked confused.

“I text him,” Antonio said.

Handing Frankie off to Enzo I nodded, “Let’s go.”

I watched for a moment as Enzo picked Frankie up bridal style and swiftly turned the corner towards the car, the limp from his injury yesterday more exaggerated with the extra weight.

Antonio was first in the door, sweeping the hallway before giving us the go ahead to follow him. When he started to make his way down the hall that would lead to the basement I pulled back.

“You guys go ahead. I have something to take care of first, and I’ll meet you down there.”

Angelo started to protest but I held my hand up, “Go, now,” after a brief pause he nodded and followed Antonio down the hall.

I didn’t know what it was, but seeing Frankie beaten and bloody triggered something inside of me. It was like looking at Gina. All the anger I had felt after her death came bubbling back up to the surface. I had just met Frankie but I considered her a friend and the thought of losing another one to these fuckers sent me into a murderous rage. My protective instincts had been put into overdrive and I wanted to slaughter every last one of these bastards.

Turning to my left I made my way into the dressing room, pulling my gun I edged the door open with the toe of my boot. A petite woman with obviously fake breasts kneeled beside a woman that was starting to come to, groaning.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh my god, Lana. What happened, do you want me to get Vlad?”

“Don’t fucking move, bitch,” I said as I kicked the door closed and locked it behind me. The girl opened her mouth to scream and I cut her off. “One fucking noise and I will shoot you between the eyes,” I said, my voice cold as I moved towards the women. The one with the shitty boob job scuttled backwards on the floor, trying to get as far away from me as she could.

Good, I thought, she should be scared.

Stalking over to her I snatched her up by her over processed hair and quickly brought the butt of my gun down onto her temple, she instantly went limp. Tossing her off to the side I made my way back over to the woman that was just barely starting to wake up when I walked in. Her hair was matted with blood and littered with glass shards. From the smell of it Frankie had broken a bottle of liquor over her head. By the time I made it back to stand over her she was fully awake, if just a bit foggy.

“Who are you?” she asked, and I noticed her slight Russian accent.

“Someone you don’t want to fuck with, but unfortunately for you, you didn’t get the fucking memo before you hurt my friend.”

She spit at my feet, “Fuck you, you stupid American whore!” She tried to roll over on her hands and knees but winced when she put pressure onto her right hand and fell to one elbow.

I laughed, “I wish I had time to play with you for a bit, but I’m on a schedule. So this will be quick, but I promise it will be painful.”

Holstering my gun I kicked her onto her back, grabbing a scarf that was hanging over one of the dressing chairs that hadn’t been tipped over. I climbed on top of her, pinning her arms beneath my knees and shoved the scarf into her mouth. Reaching down I pulled a knife from the inside of my boot, I spun the knife in my hand until it was firmly in my grasp. Rearing back I sunk the blade into the spot just below her collarbone on her left side. Her screams were muffled by the scarf but I covered her mouth with my left hand and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Shh, it will be over soon, you should think twice before sticking your nose into other people’s business. Too bad you won’t have the chance to make that mistake again.” I jerked the knife out of her body, a fine mist of blood spraying over both of us.

Her frame was shuddering from the pain and blood loss, but she was still trying to buck me off of her. That wouldn’t do. Moving my right leg off of her now useless left arm, I brought my knife up again and caught her underneath the ribs. I grinned as I heard the wet coughing noises she was making from behind the gag.

It won’t be long now, the voice in the back of my head whispered.

Lana was going in and out of consciousness. The blow to the head from earlier coupled with her lung filling with blood was getting to be too much for her body to handle. It was just as well, I had to get down to Carlo.

“Play time’s over sweetheart,” I said on a sigh. “Time to die.” I swiftly brought my knife back up and slit her throat in one smooth movement. I was getting good at that. I didn’t know whether to be terrified or impressed.

I quickly wiped my knife on her shirt and got to my feet. Slipping the knife back into my boot, I pulled my gun back out and slowly opened the door to the hallway. It was clear. Making my way down the hall I reached another door that would lead me to the stairs. The lock had already been broken, I assumed by either Antonio or Angelo. As I slipped into the stairwell and slowly began my dissent, I heard angry voices.