CLAIMED - Chapter 37: Chapter 37

Lorenzo
Name: Khalid Jibril Anwar
Age: 27
Ethnicity: Persian
Parents: Jibril Anwar and Jasmin Anwar
Siblings: Sister, unknown
Location: Unknown
Work: Unknown
My eyes skipped through the information automatically, because I had read it over and over. I had been busy the whole day finding information about Khalid. His father, Jibril, had been a spy working undercover to bust the drug world. He had come close to my own father Juan Moretti, the king of the underworld. They had made a friendship beyond words. Jibril had understood that Juan wasn't the man who was portrayed as a demon. He too had inherited the business from his father, making him the heir and leader of the MORRETIS. Juan thought he had found a friend in Jibril and told him his darkest secrets. He didn't know that the man he had thought of as a brother and friend was a backstabber. He had gone to the FBI with the information he had about Juan and planned an attack against him. he knew that Juan would be alone in England with his family and decided to end their life as if they hadn't shared tears and laughs together. The death of my parents was hard. So hard that I had taken it on my own to kill Jibril after I was chosen to be the next capo. I had killed him just like he killed my parents. Never in million years did I ever think that his son would come after me. Why would he come if it was his father's fault that he was murdered by me? I can't even wrap my head around it.
The door of the office opened with Scar holding a pile of files in his hands. He put it on my desk and started skimming through. We had been like this for hours now, tracking and gathering information. It was safe to say that I was back in capo modus. And I was secretly happy to have business to think about again. I had to escape my thoughts one way or another. Business had always been my place where I knew I was the best. It felt good doing what I knew I could do. My gang had always everything under control. It was of course some minor issues, but they were nothing I couldn't fix in a minute. This, however, was bigger. This was personal.
"It's weird that the sister is unknown, huh?" Scar muttered after a while. I nodded; the thought was stuck in my head.
"Probably the typical "wanted to save my family" issue" I answered, gathering the photos of a young Khalid. His appearance was the usual Persian looking. Tan skin, black hair, broad shoulder, tall, blah blah. But what stood out the most, was the ocean like eyes that I hadn't seen much of. His tan skin really made them the focus of his face.
"Why are you two doing this when he will personally come here to meet you?" Diegos voice interrupted the silence.
Lorenzo sighed loudly before closing his eyes. "It's too good isn't it? I ask him once to have a war against the biggest gang in Italy and he turns around and accepts immediately. Not only that, but he himself will come to us. Not the other way around, when in reality, it should be us going. On top of that, he hasn't asked for anything. The guy is rich, he doesn't need money. What the fuck does he want then?" I thought out loud, making sense of the chaos in my head.
"I mean, you gotta know the enemy Diego" Scar simplified my thoughts and went back to work. I was about to do the same when Charles walked in. I suppressed a yawn, not wanting to show the tiredness I was feeling. It is late and by seeing the gang so active, I can't go and sleep. The thought of familia passed through me and I mentally cursed. They hadn't come from Italy for nothing. They should probably have company by Charles at least.
"You were right about washing of the money. It seems as if they are using school kids to pack the drugs in their backpacks and traveling to the borders. The security isn't strict on the kids for obvious reasons and they are using that as their advantage. Not only that, but it seems as if he brought the kids." Charles rushed out the information. Scar hadn't looked up and was deep into what looked like the family tree of Khalid. Diego was on his way out when I stopped him abruptly.
"Diego! You and Charles will go to the warehouse and be with the familia. Take some of the guys with you so the familia isn't alone there. they didn't come here to see each other's faces in a new country. Scar, you will go home now to Celina. We will do this tomorrow. We have some days" I shot out the orders at the guys.
They nodded until Charles butted in; "What will you do?"
"I will fix the matter with the drug issue. I can't have kids working under me Charles" I explained, holding on to the files. The boys started to walk out and muttering their byes. I nodded at them and noticed Charles not moving. I raised my eyebrows at him, urging him to spit it out; "You should rest now" he spoke in a fatherly tone this time. I ignored him, walking out and into the basement. There were some boys working there and my eyes immediately met with Giovanni. He was responsible for the drugs and washing of money from the coast. The gang boys muttered a hey as I walked past them. I nodded at them, my eyes still trained at the man I was down here for.
"Capo" he said, nodding at me. I looked around at the eyes who were looking at me with curiosity.
"Everyone out!" I shouted, watching them practically run out. Giovanni was trembling by now. I sat down on a chair and leaned my elbows on my thighs.
"How is the business going?" I asked him calmly, seeing the bastard sweat like a cow.
"Good" he answered shortly, not locking his eyes with the beast in front of him.
"Hmm is it?" I asked again, throwing my knife straight beside his ear on the wall. Giovannis eyes went wide as he touched his ear that was bleeding.
"I-I- CAPO- I- I" he stuttered while shrieking. He started covering his body behind a desk and I inwardly asked myself why Charles had a loser like him in the gang. But then again, Lorenzo Juan Moretti makes the biggest men to boys in a matter of seconds.
I threw my second knife on the other side of his head, slicing his ear again. He cried out, touching the blood on his ear. I laughed at the sight of him.
"The kids weren't hurt Capo. They were poor and I gave them some money.." he started explaining until I saw red.
"LIAR!" I shouted at him, standing up and throwing my chair at him. he fell down, spraining his ankle. "YOU FUCKING TOOK ADVANTAGE OF POVERTY YOU FUCKING BASTARD" I continued as I stalked over to him and punched him, one harder than the other. Giovanni screamed and trashed in my hold, spitting out blood. "DID YOU THINK ABOUT THEIR MOTHERS?! DID YOU THINK ABOUT THE FEAR OF GOD?! HUH?"
I didn't hear any answers, but the grunts were enough to prove that the fucker was still alive. He begged for his life, mumbling all types of apologies. However, none of them were for use. I was mentally drained, and it all seemed to build up to this moment. Bella, Marco, Khalid, Khalids sister and the memories of my parents were too much for me to handle the right way. Giovanni had been the last straw and now I couldn't seem to stop. After a while, he stopped wriggling in my grip. I looked at him to see his face absolutely fucked. My fists were busted and the pervious cuts were cut open again. I brushed through my hair with my bloody hands and sat down beside the man in pain. "I will have to kill you, you know?" I asked, seeing him tremble in pain and anguish. I sat beside him for a while, hearing him pray to god and muttering soothing words to himself. A feeling of regret was set in my stomach as I looked at the man. The feeling was unusual and foreign.
He looked at me after a while, nodding as an approval to finish what I had started. I stood up with and held out my gun, aiming it straight to his heart. "Any last words?" I muttered, going on with the formalities. My voice was hard and my face completely blank. "Tell my ex-wife that my broken heart always loved her. Even when she left me for someone else" he spoke, his voice sincere. I was about to fire the shot, until a hand held onto my arm. I didn't have to look at the person to know that it was my amore. Never had anyone dared to stop me from doing my job.
"Giovanni!" she gasped, recognizing the man who looked unrecognizable. Hurt and sympathy was evident on her face. It took everything in me to not shield her eyes and cover over my mistakes. I knew that she had gotten close to the boys, but I didn't know that it ran that deep. She had gasped his name as if he was a friend.
"Sorella" Giovanni muttered and tried smiling at her. As if to reassure her that he was fine. However, I knew that he was anything but.
Bella rushed to him and sat down beside him, lifting him up. She was unsuccessful and my body itched to help her. Giovanni tried telling her to leave us alone, but she didn't listen. My eyes were too focused on my amore to remotely think about Giovanni. I was brought out of my trace when I felt a sting on my chest. Bella had thrown an axe at me!
"Help me!" she shrieked. I had expected her to be scared of me, but I guess she was in a panicked state right now.
I walked over to her and lifted Giovanni with ease. He looked into my eyes and reassured me, yet again. "I know that I deserve this capo. I am sorry for betraying you" he tried speaking out, occasionally hissing from pain. "Rules are rules. You have to kill me" he continued until Bella gripped my face in her hands and made me look at her. she shook her head quickly, her lips quivering slightly. "please don't Lorenzo" she whispered. I traced her lip with my finger as I pulled out my phone and dialed the doctors number. "You will send the kids back to their families and never return to the gang. Omerta" I told Giovanni, seeing him nod his head quickly.
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"Why were you in the office?" I asked Bella sternly as I drove back home. Bella had been silent the whole ride, thinking about god knows what. I took her hand in my own and kissed the back of it, while I focused on the roads. "Betrayal in the underworld is only paid by death, amore. He knew it himself" I spoke softly, seeing her frightened state in front of me. She hummed, as if she understood. But I knew her better than that, she was thinking about something else.
"What if I betray you?" she spoke after a while, lacing our fingers together. She was afraid, I could feel it. It made me irritated to think that she still would think that about me. I would never hurt her.
"I will cut off all my fingers that has held on to your hand" I told her seriously, feeling her tighten her grip around my hand and setting it in her lap. My heart warmed at the thought of her saving me from myself.
"You won't do no such thing" she hissed, placing a kiss on my hand. I chuckled at her, caressing her cheek with my hand that she was holding on to.
"I won't because you won't do such a thing either" I told her, with confidence. She narrowed her eyes at me, telling me to elaborate. "You are mine amore. Not just by name, but by feeling too. I see it on you" I told her, continuing the drive and seeing us getting closer to the mansion. Bella left small kisses on my cheek, hands and neck while I drove in silence. "Will he be okay now?" she whispered to me, obviously asking about Giovanni. I nodded at her, telling her that i would leave the man alone.
It wasn't long before I entered my bedroom and took off my blazer and rolled up the sleeves to my shirt. I unbuttoned the first few buttons and sat down on the bed. I looked at Bella who was still standing by the door. I patted my lap, motioning for her to sit. She sighed as she walked over to me and sat down on my lap. Her eyes immediately fell on the tattoos on my chest. She drank in the sight of honey as I drank in the sight of beauty. She was still occupied in her own thoughts and I didn't think that I would ever say this, but I missed her babbling on and on about nothing.
"A penny for your thoughts?" I asked, brushing away the hair strands from her face. She sucked it a breath and looked away. "You were angry at something else, weren't you?" she asked, shocking me in the process. She was really observant, and I had definitely underestimated her. I shook my head at her, my face going blank again. She looked at me disappointed as she walked to the bathroom. Picking out one of my big t-shirts in the process.
I was left alone with my thoughts about what to tell her. Maybe I needed to vent to her and tell her how tired I was. Mentally and physically. After all, she deserved me opening up to her because she had done the same to me. Just in time, I heard the door creak open and reveal my amore. She looked as beautiful as ever, still catching my breath with her beauty. A frown was settled on her innocent face, making her appear even more innocent. I knew she was disappointed for the lack of information and I decided therefor to break the silence with my secret confession.
"I was angry at myself" I spoke with the same power and authority that I had been learnt at a young age. I didn't even look at amore, but the silence told me that she was stopped dead in her tracks. "After finding Marco after eight years, I had expected for things to be great. I know it was stupid of me, but hey, I was trying to console my younger self. I thought that if he would come back, I would be the same boy I was before. But I was wrong. When I saw him, I already knew that I had fucked up. He is different now and I am.... well, myself" I took a breath, feeling Bella move closer to me on the bed.
"Things will never be the same and I have to come in terms with that. It just..." I continued, not wanting to say the word. "Hurts" Bella whispered, helping me out. She could she me struggling to speak and express myself. I nodded at her, looking away again. She looked at me as if she understood what I meant.
"I had for the longest time made a speech for what to say to Marco. All the fuck yous went down in the drain when he looked at me like a fucking pussy. I am a heartless beast, but he is my brother. He is the only one I have left, amore. First, I lost my parents, then Marco and today when you mentioned leaving, I exploded. I felt as if you were leaving me too. I have lost too many people in my life to see you walk away like that. I like you, a lot, if you couldn't tell" I finished, chuckling at the end. Bella smiled at me adorably, holding on to my hands.
"You are lucky that your brother is alive and in front of your eyes, babe. Some of us don't even have that" she whispered, her voice sounding almost strained. "I'm sorry for your loss, amore. I wish I could have helped" I muttered to her, kissing her forehead.
"Oh, and you should travel to Rome. It is absolutely beautiful" I told her, kissing her neck. She held on to my hair, tugging at it softly. "it's funny that you thought I cared about your opinion to begin with" she answered sassily, making me laugh out loudly. She chuckled at my reaction, unbuttoning the rest of my shirt.
"Eager, aren't we?" I taunted her, to see her face flush red. I kissed the blush on her face, whispering in her ear; "I'm all yours, amore". She gently pushed me back slightly, to see my face. Her eyes held an unknown emotion, something like admiration. I didn't understand what she was admiring tho. A small smile was plastered on her face as she caresses my face softly. It felt nice having her hands roam around my body. I took off the rubber thingy from her hair, letting her hair flow down nicely. "I'm yours too, amore" she mocked me, bringing her lips forward to kiss me. I held on to her waist pressing her closer to my body. My tongue roamed around every part of her mouth, remembering the taste of her. Just when I was about to deepen the kiss, she pulled apart. I pouted, watching her stand up.
"Before I forget it, I am sorry for today. I was dumb and defensive. I was just trying to show you that you don't own me. I willingly like spending my time with you and I DO have a choice to leave you, but I rather not" she breathed out quickly. "However, I admit my mistake in this situation. I would be angry too if you went to a vacation with a girl" she admitted, looking at me closely. I hummed, pulling her back for a kiss.
"Lorenzooo" she warned, raising her eyebrows. I sighed loudly, surprising a smile.
"I am sorry too. I was jealous, but you already know that. Now, can we make babies?" I asked, laughing at the horror on her face. I flipped her over, having my way with her, knowing that she would be away for a while.