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Chapter 1. Stefano's Angry Side

Warning: Violent bloody chapter. 




As I enter the dim room that reveals an ominous feel to it, my eyes begin to adjust and soon see the broken beaten body chained to the cracked wall. His body covered in dried blood, hair disheveled, and his white shirt stained with his own blood nearly torn from his battered body. 

As I pop a tootsie pop into my mouth and lower myself onto the metal chair Infront of him, his head struggles to lift. It's a pitiful sight, but I must remind myself why he is in the pitiful state he's in. No mercy or compassion will be show from my eyes or voice.

"Leo, do you know why my men brought you here and why they beat you to a bloody pulp?" I ask. His moans from what I can only imagine are from the excruciating pain he's feeling echo through the small room.

"Chachi," his voice in a low whisper strains out the name.

"That's right, Leo. I have to be honest, when Miguel first came to me and told me you were seen with one of my biggest enemies, I had a hard time believing him. But, after watching the video and hearing your words, it left no doubts.

"Boss, please."

"Eight years you have been working with me.  I know I'm not the most pleasant man to work for, but I am always fair.  You knew when I agreed to take a chance on you at Vito's urging, what the consequences would be if you decide to betray me, yes?"

"Yes, but boss, they gave me no choice. I swear it."

"I'm not int the mood to hear any of your excuses, Leo. You have been in this business long enough to know; I can't afford to give second chances.  It would make me look stupid knowing you betrayed my trust, and we both know I am not a stupid man.

"Please, boss, I have a wife."

"I once had a wife, but not anymore," I coldly look at him.

"Wait, there is something bout Abbie you don't know. She isn't, -" I step forward, plunging the blade of the dagger deep into his heart before he finishes getting out the rest of his words.

"Abbie isn't what, Leo?" I ask pulling out the dagger.

"She isn't, you're not, -"

"Leo, Abbie isn't what?" I ask shaking his limp body.

"Boss, do you want us to take his body by the lake and bury him?"

"No, I want you and Patch to take him to the boulders and bury him under them. Where the hell is Vito?"

"At the lake house, boss."

"Do not mess this up, or there will be hell to pay."

"I understand, boss."

"For your sake, you better. Text me once you have him buried. I need to go have a conversation with Vito."

The thirty-minute drive all I can focus on is Leo's words about Abbie. What was he trying to tell me before I pushed that dagger into his heart? I'm guessing Vito possibly knows and he will tell me, or I will make sure his death is filled with pain when I'm torturing him.


After I arrive, I see a few guards outside the door with their black vests that hold guns and knives. They both give a slight nod and soon approach me. From the concerned look in their eyes, they know I'm pissed.  They both swallow the lump in their throat.

"Boss, is everything alright?" 

"No, everything is not alright. Is Vito in the house?"

"Yes, but he isn't alone," he informs me. I stop and look back at him.

"Who is Vito with inside, Marcus?"

"Lena Caprio, boss. I tried telling him it's bad idea to bring her here."

"He refused to listen?"  I question him.

"Yes. He told me he outranks me, and he won't be told what to do by some wannabe rookie mob gangster," his words cause my fists to clench.

"That little asshole doesn't outrank me. He is about to learn what a bad idea it is to piss me off. Marcus, you and Milo wait here. You're about to set fire on a dumbass."

"Boss, I'm sorry," his voice strains out the words.

"I'm not holding you responsible for this. I understand you're still in the process of training, but in the future, if anyone else decides to get stuck on stupid, you have my permission to shoot them where they stand," I hiss as I push open the door. 

The unmistakable sounds coming from upstairs tells me they are having one hell of a fuck fest. The sounds become louder as I climb the stairs leading me to my destination. The bed bangs against the wall, the moans of pleasure can be heard, and the slapping of bodies becomes louder.

My gloved covered hand slowly turns the golden knob to the wooden door. The scene of two people thrusting and humping comes into view. His hand grabbing the back of her hair as he places her on all fours. Her hands clench the sheets before letting out a soft moan. Neither of them notices they are no longer alone.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the computer chair, and the gun on top of the desk. I grab it placing it in the drawer. I then lower myself onto the black leather chair and place my elbows back on the arm.  My fingers gently begin to tap the arm of the chair waiting patiently for them to end their thrusting. After several minutes go by, I decide to put an end to it myself.

"I certainly hope you remembered to cover up Jr, Vito. God knows the skank you're banging has had countless dicks in her. She even blew Santos. That's about as disgusting as you can get," their heads snap back towards me. Both are visibly nervous as I push myself to my feet. 

"Boss, when did you get here?"

"A few minutes ago."

"Why are you here, boss?" 

"Why do you think I'm here, Vito?" His eyes widen, they then look over towards the computer desk in hopes of getting to his gun before I use mine on him. 

"As you can see. your gun is no longer there. I would think after all these working for me, it's not a good idea to make me your enemy, Vito."

"You son of a bitch, Stefano. Vito has always been loyal to you and your stupid organized crime," Lena spews.

"Lena, I know you remember my rule, women are off limits when it comes to me ending lives. I strongly suggest you remove yourself from my sight and get the hell out of my house before I break my own rule.  And don't you ever show yourself around here again," she quickly rushes out of the room with her clothes clenched in her arms. 

"I want you to try and convince me not to kill you," I say glaring at him while pulling out the gun from my back.

"Stefano, I have a wife and a son."

"You have a wife and a son. Yes, you do. Funny how you didn't seem to give a shit about Helena when you were banging the hell out of her cousin no more than five minutes ago. You also didn't give a damn about your son, Dante. Remember last year when he was sick in the hospital. You couldn't be bothered to stay with him and Helena. They both will be better off without you."

"They need me, Stefano, please have mercy," he begs causing me to feel sick.

"You've always known how this business works, Vito. If I let this slide, it sends a clear message to my enemies. They will see me as weak, unable to control my men. You have been messing up a lot lately. Enough is enough. No more." 

"I've been with you the longest, Stefano. I've been loyal to you all of these years. Doesn't that count for something?" 

"I can't afford mess ups from any of you. There's a question I need to ask you, and if you lie to me, you know I'll be able to smell a lie."

"Yes, you're right, you will know I'm lying," he says. I tap the gun on my hand and his body begins to tremble.

"Is there something I should know about Abigail?" I ask. His eyes look towards the half-opened door.

"You'll be dead before you get to the door. I'll ask one more time. Is there something I should know about Abigail?"

"Luca, Stefano," he whispers, and I become curious.

"What about my brother, Vito?"

"Ask your brother about Abigail. He holds all the answers."

"You really are telling the truth. I can see the truth in your eyes. and I can hear it in your voice."

"What are you going to do to me, Stefano?"

"Well, considering you chose to tell me the truth, I'll make it painless," I smirk quickly raising my gun, my fingers pull the trigger and the sound of the gun going off echoes through the room. The bed behind him is now covered in his blood. His body goes limp and falls back onto the wooden floor.

"It's time I paid my brother a long overdue visit."




Decided to post chapter one, but chapter two will not be posted until next Friday. I still have 3 other chapters I need to edit.

Hope you all enjoy the first chapter.


You will see none of my chapters are super long. 





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